It’s good to get away every now and then.

Sometimes I get away in my mind – by reading, reflecting, or retreating. I may rely on my imagination or the imagination of others to transport me to another place, maybe even another time.

But there are those rare moments when I actually get away, and they are so refreshing. It doesn’t need to be far. It’s just the act of letting go, of leaving. It’s a reminder that the world is bigger than my little corner, that no mountain of possessions is so great that it can’t be left behind, and that no amount of stress is so pressing that it need consume my every thought.

We can’t get away all the time, nor should we. Sometimes we can’t get away at all. But we can get away sometimes.

Here’s to the now-and-then.