Microadventure day 5: into the darkness

This is part of 30 days of microadventures for the lockdown – you can find more about other episodes here.


I arrived at the end of yesterday, without having gone out of my house. I had once again been defeated (so I thought) by daily life happenings. But determined to give my mind a rest before bed, and having heard there was a full moon that evening, I stuck on an extra jumper, grabbed my head-torch that I’ve used up mountains in the dark, and set off to see what I could explore at night.

Going out in darkness has mixed emotions for many, including me. I’m aware that I’m a young, single male, who is used to running/fitness, and so many would say that it’s all very well for me going out alone at dark, but they would never do so. Perhaps some would have similar emotions to travelling solo as a female round the world too – many would caution against it, and many a blog post has been spilled, debating one side or the other.

But knowing your area is key to all this, and the place I’m living is well lit, and open enough (even going through some tunnels and past areas of thick bushes) that I’ve no concerns. Still, I tend to take a light (not my phone light) and an extra phone (a brick not worth stealing) as a precaution on night adventures. And you’d be surprised past the stereotypes – some major cities in the world like Cairo in Egypt, seem to be super-safe at night in most places. Other smaller cities elsewhere I would never walk around at night. Belfast, where I currently live, is largely dead at night, and there’s very few places in it I don’t know intimately, in order to navigate them at any time of day or night.

I hadn’t gone far when I realised that the full moon was actually far more than that – it was a super moon! I wasn’t quite able to stay out til 3.30am to catch it as its best, as I’d to get up for important work meetings in the morning, but at 1am, it was already lighting up the whole area around.

As I only had my phone camera and I’m not even a wizz with it, my photos certaintly aren’t the most stunning thing ever – but I hope they’re an illustration of what you might be able to glimpse on a night walk (which normally I wouldn’t disrupt by taking pictures).

And what if you don’t have a super-moon to look at?

Well two things come to mind. Firstly you could get an app on your phone which helps you understand what stars in the sky are visible and what constellations and planets are around. This could turn your gazing at the majesty of the stars into a far more educational experience. Similarly, photography apps for phones, or better cameras, are both more readily accessible in this day in age, and make taking night photos, far more pleasant an experience for the amateur like myself.

Secondly, you could just enjoy night walks to calm your body and mind. I went out for 40 minutes, didn’t seen anyone, and the only sounds I heard were the hum of distant traffic in the city, the ocassional “gleep” of a startled oyster-catcher (or something similar) on the water, and the lapping of gentle waves on the lough shore. Bliss! Tranquility at its best.

I’m sure there are far more night animals around that could have been spotted, but for me, I just wanted to breathe out and unwind, after a long day, so a walk on moonlit paths was plenty for me to enjoy for now!

As a society, we’ve tried to tame the dark and make the dark unknown, seem controllable. Many cities across the world never sleep, and always have hustle and bustle. Many places light up every area with electric lights, so that dark no longer exists and cities can be seen radiating light for miles around. Many people no longer live and sleep by hours of natural daylight, the way many in past ages used to.

But still, rationally or not, many adults continue to fear the dark in small ways or big. There’s something more unknown. Something sinister. Something tiring about staying awake for many dark hours, as well as the light ones.

And it’s physical darkness, leading us to think of spiritual darkness that many Christians remember on this “Good Friday” coming up. Perhaps a walk in the isolation and darkness might help you meditate upon that this week.

Happy microadventuring! Do keep sending me your ideas, or things you were inspired to do, and I might feature some of them in due course!

Microadventure day 4: voices of the world

Part 4 of our microadventures series continues but you can find the rest (as well as an introduction to microadventures) by clicking here.


What travels all the way round the world but never leaves its corner?
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A stamp!

Or so the old joke goes. But having simply taken us out for a walk to the unknown yesterday, I thought we’d go round the globe today, whilst remaining in our own little corners!

What many relish about travel, is the educational perspective it gives you, as you often see the world through other lenses. And as Christians, being united to our brothers and sisters in Christ around the globe, this world perspective can theoretically come without leaving our houses or towns – as we join with the global Church and learn from each other long past any fleeting chance to meet with each other in person. Here’s a few ways I’ve done that today from my living room:

  1. Surfing USA
    I’ve been chatting with the Christian Travelers’ Network leader in the USA, hearing what Coronavirus in the States is like, the challenges of life there and how the Church is responding. The bit that was recorded (alas) was me waffling on about microadventures, the future of the travel industry and many more travel related things that you can listen to, here.

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  2. Learning from our African friends
    A fellow IVP author shared this on Twitter recently:
    “A group of African Christian leaders once said to me: when you western people suffer, it is unusual for you. You think you need to know why. This reveals your temptation towards rationalism. When you can’t find out why, you are tempted to question, doubt and then dismiss God.

    When we suffer on the other hand, it is normal to us. We don’t think we need to answer questions about why. It is common in a fallen world. So our instinct is to seek God, humble ourselves and worship.

    One of the lessons from the book of Job is to not ask the wrong questions in the face of catastrophe. As if getting answers and understanding is what we need to help us.

    The necessary answers to catastrophe are rarely academic ones, regardless of whether they are correct.

    There is no doubt about God’s agency in Job’s story, but it turnedout not to be profitable to speculate much more than that. What was needed was not THE Answer, but lamenting, support and most of all – God.”


    I’m not sure I have much more to say. How we have robbed ourselves of a theology of mission being participating in suffering! Rather than the ultimate goal of our prayers/lives being our comfort. Teach me O Lord what this might look like!

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  3. Race the World: South America
    I’m one who doesn’t watch many things on screens (because why would you watch someone else doing something, when you could be experiencing it yourself? And on-screen entertainment is so slow-moving compared to reading, if one wants to learn.) but I have succumbed to a few travel documentaries/soaps recently. BBC have Race around the World, 4od have Travels of a Gringo (and of course for those outside of the UK, there’s plenty to enjoy on YouTube, Netflix and many other places).

    I’d probably categorise them in different ways – I turn to some places to learn in intentional ways, I turn to other things to relax and inspire me, and some are a mixture of both, like the two aforementioned series which are giving me a hilarious overview of South America – the continent that I know least about (probably because it’s so ‘Christian’ that I’ve never thought about its needs very much?).

    The one thing I tend to stay clear of, unless I’m wanting marketing tips or videography demonstrations, is pleasure travel videos on YouTube. Sitting watching carefully curated videos of professional travellers, of infinity pools in sunny resorts, luxury ice hotels in the arctic, dare-devil cliff jumps and other such things, while stunning, don’t tend to create in me a healthy love for the world or how I can serve God in it. Perhaps the hashtag #travelporn or #wanderlust says an awful lot of what’s behind the fast-paced fake reality we long for, leaving me lusting after the travel brochure picture, the perfect travel video and forgetting the messy reality behind it. I’m not saying there’s anything objectively wrong with these either – I just don’t find a diet of them, helpful (or that creative – after a while of watching).

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  4. Praying from pole to pole
    Starting a tour of the 5 continents was always going to end in trouble with Antarctica! Did I really engage with people from there that day? Well, no. But I did get an email from a Christian friend who lives up in the Arctic amongst the Sami people in northern Norway. She reminded me that “isolation” isn’t really at all painful to them there – some quite often go days without seeing those outside of their family and so life goes on as normal! I suppose my regular contact with Christians round the globe by email is a little like letter-writing of old – ‘snail-mail’ to the modern-day individual!

    Still, I do love a deep email, speaking of the Lord, what God is doing, sharing photos and memories and spurring each other on. I was encouraged that day when it arrived, and I learnt yet more insights into the churches in such places and how we can pray for them (which let’s be real – I don’t do often…though I do like the habit of daily getting out Operation World, IFES World updates, or Joshua Project Unreached People Group of the Day and daily upholding up a radically different place and people).

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  5. An up-side-down videocall (Australia)
    I was meant to be off work and travelling this week with an old colleague visiting from Australia, my fiancee and a few other friends. But…of course I’m at home, sitting in my room for yet another evening. But it was a joy to at least call Australia and catch-up without the usual timezone constraints (as most of us can get away with flexi-hours, if we’re still working). Sadly, she had lost more than just a holiday when her trip was cancelled, but a trip that was to visit some future possible teams/locations to minister, and a visit to support missionaries working in hard places. Do you ever have those people who you call, who leave you humbled, in awe of God’s sovereign hand at work in the world, and delighting at Christ more, despite our sinfulness? I hope you do. And I love that this conversation was one of those.

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  6. A rebuke from Asia
    Well to be more precise, this one was actually from one of my own church community, in Europe, but the quoted voice was an Indian tweet that has done the rounds on social media, and that is worth reading the full thread by clicking below…

It’s times like these that put into perspective our cries that “we’re bored” isolating. Or even our very real fears that someone we know may suffer. It’s voices like these that we could do with shaping our lives more from day to day – when we know many in the world are not asking “will I die with the virus?” but “will I die of hunger or of the virus first?”

Dr Hiremath vents (as an Indian consultant) that rich travelers are to blame for the spread of such disease to poor places which can’t cope and don’t have the privilege we have. Should this put an end to our constant travel talk here and elsewhere? Will we wake up to what we are doing to our fellow human and to our climate by our travels? Such questions do indeed need to be wrestled with, as travel enthusiasts. There are serious questions to how we travel, which are to be thought through. But I’m not sure banning travel, or stopping talking about it, is the answer. Did less pleasure travel stop the Spanish Plague a century ago? Is it only certain western pleasure travel we should legislate against (only a fraction of all flights)? What would that look like? What about the Indian air industry which is (I’m informed) the third largest in the world?

These are complex questions with no easy answers. They deserved to be talked about more rather than less, if we are to reason with the world traveler and come to answers that will help all in the world, especially the least privileged. I hope this blog can continue to be a place for exactly that. Soon I might write on why we’re “micro-adventuring” in the middle of a world crisis.

  1. Coming Home (Europe)

But should these 6 visits to various cultural contexts and continents, all regularly happen in one day, we’d be all too exhausted to invest in local community where we live. And I know many who do ‘church’ with like-minded people online around the world, because they find the community more understanding, deeper and more authentic amongst open-minded travelers. The preaching bears in mind various cultural contexts, so keeps the main thing, the main thing. The prayers are made in light of world events and the darkest of dark in the world, but also the incredible things God is doing in various places – experienced first hand by many. The expectations of what Christ-like-ness is, are not culturally bound to political systems or culturally ingrained ways of living.

Yet, local church is what it is, for a reason. A random bunch of completely different, broken people, filled with His Spirit. Yes, every local church community would benefit from people who are aware of the world, can see clearly the strengths and weaknesses of cultures, and live out their connection to the worldwide body in very real ways.

But every traveler like me, would benefit from being humbled to serve people who are not-like-us. To learn to love the conservative individual who never leaves their home village. To be challenged in my extreme independence and use of time and money for my own goals. To sit under the authority of God’s Word in a community of people who know you well, rather than getting frustrated by the endless cultural faux-pas of sermons, and only meeting with those online who can’t really see your heart and life.

But thankfully, today was an unusual mix of experiences. And one that hopefully won’t take away from serving my local community here in my neighbourhood (and my church) in these hard weeks for many.


So what about you – how are you travelling the globe this week, learning about the world, joining with the global Church, and hearing voices that challenge you in your living? I hope you can #travelintandem

Enjoy!

Microadventure 3: a walk into the unknown

This comes as part of our series of 30 microadventures during lockdown. You can find the rest here.


I will never forget the look on my Uber driver’s face in Egypt when I brought him into the desert and showed him pyramids, more impressive than the ones in Giza, that he’d never known existed. I mean, technically he was the one who was meant to be bringing me to new places! His jaw dropped.

But that can be like any of us in our home surroundings. We can live somewhere years, and never open our eyes to the extent of the reality around us. And so my microadventure for day 3 of April was going to be exactly that – simply walk in a direction that I hadn’t before and keep my eyes open for unusual things that spark my curiosity.

Now I live near the coast of Belfast Lough, and so I feel a little privileged. Within 200m of my door I can be out on coastal paths with lapping waters, sand and shore. But that was the run I do every day. So wanting to diversify, I set off into the concrete jungle of suburbia.

I also decided to do this walking, despite the fact it infuriated me. I’m a runner at heart. Walking bores me. Running frees my mind, gets the endorphins rushing and gets me quickly to beautiful places. But Mum and others have taught me that when I flee at high speed, I miss many incredible sights, sounds and experiences that I wouldn’t if I took the time and had the patience to slow down. So today I resigned myself to walk. With reluctance, but with a determination to make the most of it, if I was going to ‘suffer’ in this way!

And having thought I would need to hunt scraps of beauty, discarded under brick, mortar and tar of city-life, I was pleasantly surprised and quite ashamed to find that just a few hundred metres the other direction from my front door, lay a glen. A glen that I’d never been in before. And albeit a glen that was between two rough housing estates, nevertheless the green of a marvelous glen.

Roughly translated: The Salmon Stream Glen

Now we’re quite privileged in Northern Ireland to have greenery in many places near to us, which makes even inner-city life pleasant at hard times. But still, I can’t believe I’d never been to this mile-long glen, so close to me!

I noticed 3 things in particular this time round:

  1. Just listen to the birdsong – tremendous! Life around every corner.

2. The trees – incredible if I actually stop and take time to enjoy the majesty of the HUGE ones, and the fun shapes of others:

3. If you struggle to get started with slowing down and learning things like birdsong or looking at trees, there are still fun challenges to be had, like this very simple one:

Sadly, I chickened out from that crossing….the grey skies of an April afternoon meant that I didn’t fancy the high likelihood of falling in (though why I shied away from this, given I was only under a mile from a fresh pair of socks and a warm shower, I don’t know). If you live close-by enough to return regularly to such places, (as long as you don’t damage the surroundings,) you could even try creating simple pleasures, like this rope swing across the stream:

And so as I turned round, having walked straight into a housing estate at the other end of my walk, I mentally skipped a few steps down the path again, excited at all that I’d found and thankful for new eyes on my surroundings. It was still very much a grotty, unkempt glen, which could do with me bringing a bag for rubbish/recycling next time I visited, but seen with other eyes, it was an adventure playground and a classroom for isolation times.

Perspective can change an awful lot for us these days, but is not easy to come by. Perhaps you can join me in slowing down, and finding a direction you haven’t yet walked from, and seeing if you can look on it with new eyes? And for the cynical, who think I’m just privileged where I live, I’ll go off in a different direction down a city street some day soon, and hope we don’t run into a brick wall with our adventurous spirit!

Microadventure day 2: sleeping outside

This post is part of the 30 Micro-adventures in 30 days of lockdown series. You can find all our microadventures so far, on that page.


Sleeping outside divides the population. Some think there is nothing better than every hour spent in the comfort of our own bed, snuggling up and keeping warm. The alarm is our enemy. On holidays we tolerate other beds. Comfort rules the roost.

But for others, comfort is nothing compared to the freedom of the outdoors! For the feeling of being close to nature. For the thrill of falling asleep looking up at the stars. To slow down the rhythms of life, and forget the hum-drum of life and the rush that we seem to have got our minds into.

What do I mean by sleeping outside?

Well although I have occasionally slept outside with nothing but my clothes on (most occasions this was not an intentional choice I made hours before – I just happened to fall asleep and stay there all night – I’ll keep those stories for later), I wouldn’t recommend it. Instead, 2 main ideas come in to my mind:

  1. Camping in a tent
    This is probably the one that appears the most expensive option, but one that over time, is actually far cheaper than hostels, Airbnbs, or wherever else you or your family like to stay. I’d recommend you still have a roll-mat for
  2. Sleeping outside in a Bivvy bag
    Sleeping under the stars in a waterproof layer (as well as a sleeping bag) may sound ludicrous in countries like Ireland where it always seems to rain as soon as you consider such ideas. But there’s more opportunity for this than you might think, and it’s cheaper, more flexible and more inconspicuous too, away from the public eye. If being up close to nature and the stars is a big seller for you, yet you’re still in a rainy country, then you might consider adding on a Basha to your kit to keep the rain off.

For me last night, I was a little too scared of the overcast skies to go for a Bivvy bag idea, but a little too bored by a tent to simply go for that. So I went for a third option: the pop-up festival tent!

Bought from a mainline supermarket in Ireland for a little over €20, transporting this tent to other countries has cost us more than the actual tent cost! As festival tents often don’t have the two layers of material, to protect you from the rain (touch the material in a festival tent, and you’ll often get soaked, if its wet), I’ve rarely used it in anything apart from hot countries like Tunisia! But tonight, with only light April showers forecast, I thought I would get it out and see if it still was surviving!

Although I camped in my garden of the house I’m renting, you wouldn’t need grassy gardens necessarily for such things. I’ve tried front pathways to houses, balconies of apartments or even when I was really stuck – a hammock inside a city house (ok, I may as well have taken the sofa!)!

The advantage of starting in your garden is that it is most likely private, and if anything disasterous happens, you can quickly bolt back to your warm comforts inside the house. It’s a great place to introduce kids to camping, and during a time like this, one or two families I know have even exchanged their real holiday they’d booked (before Covid19) for a “camping holiday” in their back garden, just to give themselves a change from normal life, and a bit of an adventure!

My sleep was a little shortened at the start of the evening by a call to join a “Houseparty” app conversation with friends involving a glass of wine (or two), but after that, and a short time reading some more of old Irish adventurer Dervla Murphy, the stillness of the night ensued, causing me to rest from my frantic thought patterns, and sleep soundly through the showers, til 6am. When, unbeknownst to me, at this hour each morning, our heating boiler machine starts making a racket in the back garden, along with the more pleasant twittering of the birdsong as they sense dawn coming. There are some disadvantages of the garden!

But as I stumbled into the house for a final couple of hours sleep before work, I was already thoroughly happy and had a deep sense of peace at having slept an evening part-way into nature, re-finding my place in the world and enjoying re-living the memories that have come from that small, orange tent across the world. And for the rest of the day, I’d a feeling that I’d made more of the last 24 hours than I ever do waking up on a normal morning.

The 6am view, slightly disrupted by our garden light.

If I wanted to learn a moral lesson too, I might think of all those in the world who sleep in far worse conditions each night, in other lands, or even on our own streets as the southern housing crisis continues for many. Shaping our perspective of the world by sitting with others who have less materially than we do, round the world, can indeed be done in our back gardens (though perhaps not escaping indoors part way through!). Waking to a new day, I sense a small piece of why such people who have materially less than I do, still may wake each morning far happier than me. My comfort, I have tragically elevated to immovable status – might a night camping helping with this?

A prayer:

Father,
We thank you for the world you made – awesome, diverse, fun;
And ask your forgiveness when we isolate ourselves from elements of it in bubbles of comfort, in western spheres;
And look to you to shape our perspective, to help us explore and enjoy;
And to lay down our heads, knowing that you are in control, even as we sleep.
In Jesus name,

Amen.

Microadventure 1: failure

This post is part of the 30 Micro-adventures in 30 days of lockdown series.


So here we are 2 days into our microadventure challenge in Belfast, Northern Ireland. Why haven’t I posted about a challenge yet? Well I’d love to say it was because I didn’t want to post things on April the first, lest you think it was an ‘April Fool’. But in all honesty, it was more because I had a “fail” of a day 1.

You failed on day 1?! What type of adventurer are you?!” might be what you’re saying (or at least thinking) right now. “We tuned in to get inspiration, not you failing at step one of a MICRO-adventure.”

And that was certainly what I beat myself up for a while thinking. I’ve solo-travelled many countries, been held at gun-point, run ultra-marathons, slept in incredible places, took on all sorts of challenges. So why had I just failed at this silly thing?

See our tent? In the land of the Midnight Sun (Summer Island, Norway)

But that’s where I want us stop for a second (and having not even started, I’m guessing stopping won’t be too difficult!). Failure is something we must get used to as adventurers (and humans!), and not feel guilty about (in this case of adventuring – perhaps different in the case of moral failure). You don’t end up on world adventures, doing heroic things, if you can’t embrace failure. That could be failure doing incredible feats, but more likely it’ll be failure in basic things like I’ve just done: Not getting enough work done that day; filling my evening with other priorities like church prayer meeting, phoning a friend; and looking up at dark skies thinking “this isn’t the night to start”.

Now there are good things in there, and ways around all of the other things, so that I could still have gone ahead. But for whatever reason, my heart wasn’t in it, and with only myself to motivate me while I’m in isolation, I failed. Let’s call it what it is, embrace it and figure out how to move on.

Al Humphreys reminds us that for every person we look on and think “wow, they’re an incredible world adventurer – I wish I could do those things!”, there are ways of starting with baby steps to head in that direction. Micro-adventures can be those baby steps – gradually easing us out of our comfort zones, and over time, expanding the list of experiences we are very happy doing, allowing us to leap forwards with what we attempt.

In the meantime, I’ll catch up soon with the 30 microadventures, and before we do, let’s just take this as a great starting place: failure will always happen if we attempt things in life, so let’s learn to process it well and move on.

Let’s hope day 2 is a bit better….let me know how you’re getting on!

Embracing temporary failure, as I led the lads 1 hour out of our way, on our (successful) attempt (just about!) to do the 4 peak challenge in Ireland last year. To make up for it, we had to walk vertically up a steep section of Mweelrea – but we had no other choice – with some failure there is no point stopping to dwell on it!

15 Microadventures for April lockdown

Many of you will have come across Al Humphreys’ helpful short introduction to “Microadventure”s below, but I wanted to take up the gauntlet laid down by all those around the country who are crying that they are bored in their houses in this Coronavirus lockdown. To alleviate our boredom, I’m going to suggest 15 days of microadventures in April. And to help fuel ideas, record experiences and enjoy it, I’ll be recording 15 microadventure ideas and stories (linked) here on this blog post which you can come back to if you want some inspiration.

But what is a microadventure?

(One other response might be to tell those crying over such “boredom” to “suck-it-up” as many in other lands would happily take boredom over their ‘choice’ to die by hunger, or die from the virus. But in the spirit of staying friends with everyone, and in the very real battle of many of my friends with mental health issues, I guess that 30 days of Microadventures may be a better way to help us in our more bored moments!)

The difference about our Microadventures of the coming 30 days, will be that we have the unfortunate travel limits of 2 kilometres in the south of Ireland, and in the north, although technically legal to do more than that, it is not appreciated by the emergency services if we start climbing mountains (for risk of needing rescued or touching styles/gates), filling cars with petrol (which involves shared surfaces which may transmit the virus) or other things which may cause risk. And much as some lucky friends of mine have just moved to the foot of local hills, most of the rest of us are stuck with the city streets around us. Our adventures must not just be physical ones this time.

So please send me any of your suggestions. Remember, they don’t necessarily need to be the world’s hardest adventures – I’m hoping they’ll be accessible to most of us, whether 12 years old or 60.

What microadventures can you think of, that we could do in lockdown?

Here’s a few that came to my mind, that I might include, that were inspired by Al and others.

  • a night in a Bivvy bag (or a tent) in the garden
  • walk one usual route in your area, but keep an eye out for any birds or other species we can learn about locally – take photos if you can!
  • read a short fantasy novel to take you on an adventure into another world
  • write a short story of a memorable adventure you’ve been on in the past that you think others might enjoy reading
  • walk one usual route in your area, but keep an eye out for any plants, flowers or trees that catch your eye but you don’t know about – take photos.
  • paint a picture of one of the plants you’ve seen on your walk another day
  • an evening watching a stunning documentary about nature or adventure (online)
  • turn off your phone and all electronic screens for one day – enjoy being present with others, or by yourself for the day in all you do
  • let a housemate or friend (online) pick 4 random ingredients that remain in your cupboard (having not been to the shop for a week) and see if you can make something for dinner from them

So that’s just a few ideas of mine to get you started – I hope to update this post (bookmark it!) with each idea as it happens. But I’d love to hear more from you – let me know! Perhaps you could even guest-post an idea or a microadventure you’ve taken during this lockdown season.

Not sure these are all truly adventures? Think the idea is a little naff?

Well, I hope these are the type of adventures that leave us as rounded humans, not exceedingly gifted in one area (physical ability) but lacking in character, curiosity, imagination or awareness of others in the world.

Adventure is a state of mind, a spirit of trying something new and leaving your comfort zone. It’s about enthusiasm, ambition, open-mindedness and curiosity.

Al Humphreys, Microadventures
Walking past the same market stalls each day, but recognising the small changes!

So yes, the month ahead will frustrate us all at some point. We’ll all probably struggle with how simple some parts are, how impossible other parts seems, how little motivation we have to do some of the ideas we don’t connect with, or how much we still struggle to control our craving for what people like me can sometimes falsely deem “real” adventure.

But amidst the frustrations, challenges and learning about ourselves and the world around us, I hope it’ll forge time to savour and enjoy even the horrible season that our world has been plunged into.

Could the cry of our lockdown experience be not “I’m bored”, but instead “what a wonderful world!”?

Could the cry of our lockdown experience be not “I’m bored”, but instead “what a wonderful world!”?

And for me, whose curiosity is driven by the awareness of doing life with the Maker of the Universe beside me and within me, I might also add some thoughts on these adventures from the perspective of a Jesus-follower as we #travelintandem with Him. But you’ll have your reasons, motivations and reflections during this month too, so don’t be afraid to share them!

So let’s pack our bags and get started…

….are you joining us?


Remember to bookmark this post, as I’ll be updating it each day with a new microadventure idea, or someone’s story or how they got on with another microadventure.

  1. Microadventure day 1: failure!
  2. Microadventure day 2: sleeping outside
  3. Microadventure day 3: a walk into the unknown
  4. Microadventure day 4: Voices from round the world
  5. Microadventure day 5: Nightfall
  6. Microadventure day 6: Curiosity killed the cat
  7. Microadventure day 7: Pushing Boundaries
  8. Microadventure day 8: After Darkness, Light
  9. Microadventure day 9: The birds and the bees
  10. Microadventure day 10: Finding colour
  11. Microadventure day 11: Fighting Zoombies
  12. Microadventure day 12: Imagination: Socially Distant Discos
  13. Microadventure day 13: Seeing Opportunity in Adversity
  14. Microadventure day 14:
  15. Microadventure day 15: