When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face.
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space.
On the roof, it’s peaceful as can be
And there the world below can’t bother me
-On the Roof
We all enjoy the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season . . . but enough is enough.
It’s so easy to hit overload during this time of year—It can be sensory overload or
Too many lights,
Too many commercials.
In the midst of this wonderful chaos, we must carve out a time and place to get away.
Carol King goes on up a New York City roof.
I get on my Dry Creek tractor.
Everyone—including you—needs something—or somewhere—where they can escape it all. A place where cares drift away, and relaxation slips in as a cool breeze.
My favorite place for this peaceful retreat is on a tractor. I climb aboard, prime the diesel engine and soon see the world from a different perspective. I get a more balanced and serene view.
I’m not sure how a tractor ride accomplishes this. It’s probably in my country genes. Hooking my old Kubota tractor to a bush hog, disk, or box blade is all it takes.
Yesterday was a good example. It was a warm day for late December. My chore was plowing fire lanes around our tree farm.
Riding a tractor is even better when you’re pulling a plow. There are few smells that lighten the soul like freshly turned earth. It’s a smell God made pleasing for a man to breathe in.
Tractor time, as I call it, is something I need often, especially during the busy holiday season.
Do you make time for “tractor time?” You may not kowtow to the idea of riding on a chugging tractor. You may not even own one, or have a place to ride.
I’ve got friends with variations of tractor time—a thinking fire, rocking time, a long walk, or a long soak in a hot tub.
Another writer who cherished solitude, Henry David Thoreau, said it this way,
“I’d rather sit on a pumpkin and have it to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”
Maybe there aren’t pumpkins or tractors where you live. Like Carole King in New York City, you may have to find your solitude in a different place.
When I come home feelin’ tired and beat [CI2]
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet.
I get away from the hustling crowds
And all that rat race noise down in the street.
On the roof’s, the only place I know
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Oh, let’s go up on the roof
At night the stars put on a show for free
And darling, you can share it all with me
I keep a-telling you,
Right smack dad in the middle of town
I found a paradise that’s trouble proof
Up on the roof
So if this world starts getting you down
There’s room enough for two up on the roof
Up on the roof.
As you enjoy Christmas, take some tractor time, or roof time, or a lonely pumpkin.
It’ll keep you sane and bring joy and perspective to your holiday.
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