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Learning the Art of Relaxation

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STONE HARBOR, NJ - Just midway through my week vacation, I am beginning to learning the art of relaxation. 

As a faculty member, when the semester of teaching is over, a span of summer begins in which time takes on a different dimension as research responsibilities press themselves upon you. The result is an expanse of unstructured time that needs to be given structure by disciplined research. Because we give ourselves that structure, faculty often develop a sense of never really "being off of work" even when we are on vacation.

That has changed somewhat for me since becoming an Associate Dean. When the semester ends, the structure of my work week remains largely unchanged - I continue to come to the office each day to meet and work with staff, faculty and students. The result is that when I take vacation, it really feels like time off. Of course, all the research pressures of a regular faculty member remain, which casts a shadow over every vacation.

This year, however, I have had some success in learning how to relax in this context. A few of my strategies are probably a bit counter-intuitive.

Keep in touch. Many people set up an automatic email message that says something like "I will be away from my email until x, if you have an emergency, please contact ..." I never do that, even on vacation. I know enough about myself to know that allowing email to pile up while I am away increases my anxiety. I am less relaxed in such situations. Rather, I check mail periodically, deleting things I don't need, delegating things to staff at work, responding briefly if possible or adding more involved tasks to OmniFocus, my To-Do list, for when I return. The result is a bit of time over vacation, but I save two or three days of being behind when I return. I am more relaxed when I take the time to do this.

Be unscheduled. The biggest challenge for me is to settle into being unscheduled. My days are hyper-scheduled, down to half-hour time periods. Even my unscheduled time has a research or administrative work schedule imposed on it by me to ensure I am maximally productive. On vacation, I find myself often trying to schedule the day: let's go to the beach in the morning, then do X for lunch, then let's go to the pool ... I simply need to let go of that compulsion to schedule, at least for a vacation like a week at the beach.

Attend to the Moment. During my work-a-day week, I have sought to cultivate the ability to attend to the moment and the task at hand. My Photo of the Day project has helped me practice attentive seeing. This week at the beach, I have relied on that practice as I listen to my daughters' stories, notice the play of light on the ocean, and enjoy the smell of the beach. I have written before about the beach as a liminal space and the details of life at the beach. One of the important reasons I try to practice the habit of being present to the moment is that the disposition is then there when you need it most: when vacation time slips slowly away and life appears to pass too quickly.

One of the reasons why these strategies work for me, I realize, is that I don't feel the need to separate radically from my working life when I am on vacation. I am lucky to have a career I love, one that feels more like a calling than a burden. This too, was a matter of intentionally attending to the course of my life, which I take to be one of the primary purposes of living a philosophical life.

Playing in the Waves with My Daughter

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Jumping a Wave
Originally uploaded by Christopher Long
MYRTLE BEACH, SC

She is uncertain, but brave and increasingly confident. The waves are not huge, but to her six-year-old self, they must be daunting. Even so, we venture out, her to test her courage, me to support her effort.

They come in rhythm, the waves.

We call the easy ones "rollies" as my Mom called them with me and her dad with her. The bigger ones we eye with concern, deciding if they will require a lift from me or if she can negotiate them herself.

She has recently learned to hold her breath under water, a great advantage for this game, yet a cunning one as it can lead to overconfidence.

We roll with the waves. As each one rises, she teaches me something of her growing ability to navigate the world. 

At first, she requires constant contact, holding my hand and reaching for me as the waves approach. Slowly, but more quickly than I anticipate, she ventures further away. She grows in confidence, yet remains always within reach.

I learn my job: to be present to her, to the oncoming waves, and to the moment; to lend a little courage, to praise a wave well ridden, to hold and lift when necessary.

Floating with her in the waves, an intricate dialogue emerges between us as we learn by touch and talk and silence who we are and how we are to be together.

Living the Contradictions of Disney

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The Magic of Disney
Originally uploaded by Christopher Long
ORLANDO, FL - My first visit to Disney World surprised me.

Before I had two girls, I never thought I would be interested in visiting a place that stood, in my mind, for all that was wrong with American culture: traditional gender roles, naive optimism, obsession with spectacle over substance...

And yet this, as with so much else for me, changed when DancinGirl and ArtGirl entered my life. Watching the Disney stories through their eyes brought another dimension of Disney into sharp relief: the power of imagination, the importance of narrative and the recognition that the force of the bad in world is real and needs to be combated it with intentional, decisive action.

I also began to see beneath the surface of the stereotypes some more progressive ideals. Already in Sleeping Beauty, for example, the three older female fairies turn out to be the most resourceful, brave and heroic characters in this or any other Disney story.


Epcot Color and Light
Originally uploaded by Christopher Long
The tension between progressive values and destructive, regressive tendencies is endemic to the Disney experience. It was most palpable for me this past week at the Circle of Life attraction at Epcot.

The movie begins with Timon and Pumbaa damming rivers in order to build "Hakuna Matata Lakeside Village," a resort in the desert that will bring people from far and wide, making them rich in the process. The wise Simba tells them that the animals down river depend on that water for their livelihood. He then goes on to tell them a compelling tale of another species of creature who forgot the way all living beings are connected in a great circle of life: human beings.

He unravels an Aesop fable in reverse - with animals telling the story of foolish human beings who presumed all of nature was at their disposal, taking no heed of the destruction they wrought. Images of large factories, gas guzzling vehicles, oil wells aflame and the lights of Vegas abound ... and yet not one inkling of a gesture to the massive consumer enterprise that is the Disney experience, not one self-reflective image of the rivers, trees and wildlife displaced and destroyed by the creation of "the magical world of Disney."


Disney Garbage
Originally uploaded by Christopher Long
If the message was progressive, the reality of the experience in which we were collectively participating was ironic, delusional and regressive. Upon exiting the 12 minute film, one finds oneself in the middle of one of the many cafeterias which serves countless meals a day on plastic plates, with plastic utensils and plastic bottles. 

It was a palpable reminder of the extent to which we were actively participating in the consumptive consumer culture that continues to destroy the environment. 

Whatever joy I experienced seeing my daughters bask in the magic of Disney - and there was much joy in it - was tempered by the recognition that we too were colluding in the ongoing human failure to come to terms with the lesson Simba was trying to teach.

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