I saw The Libertines live for the first time this summer. I thought I had missed my chance to experience the Libs the way God intended-in a tiny pub with one hundred sweaty indie kids-but just as I was about to tap my Oyster Card at Finchley Road I got a call from my friend, Josh. "Where are you? If you're already on the train you're going to kill yourself."
Sometimes formal meditation or mindfulness can be a struggle, but when you camp you have to be present. Instead of the sound of cars going past, you hear the sounds of animals or the buzz of insects at night. Nothing seems to interrupt you, so it's easy to focus on the "here and now". Camping gave me the opportunity to go back to basics and re-establish a connection away from my iPhone.