If there is a stove, and if there is a washing machine, I am not truly on vacation. I’m merely doing my thing somewhere else. Yet, getting out of your day-to-day environment gives you perspective. And it keeps you from doing all, or enough, of the mundane tasks of a typical day, so that you do a few different things, and see things differently.
A new background makes you truly see things. It alerts the brain to the need to gather information because you are not in your den, in the animal sense, I suppose.
We go to the desert. That is our place to go. Pitts and I were married there. We have a little place surrounded by just the right amount of dirt so that the children can go at least a little bit native. They dig large holes in the ground. They throw dirt. They help me gather stones for my labyrinth. They wander. They pick oranges and lemons. They follow rabbits and Gambel’s quail about. They pick cactus spines out of their hands and feet.