Summertime and the Living Is Easy

Where has the summer gone? I know that there's more to come but life has been speeding through 24 hours like a vacationer heading up I95 to Maine. I am not complaining. The weather has been cooperative like no other year in current memory; the garden abundance lush; and so many interesting venues to attend & participate locally no need to travel far. Ideal.

I was chatting with my boss about how each Monday morning quickly becomes a Friday. Time isn't marching it's racing. Yet, I am okay with it. I feel as if I am enjoying the moments in between. Not everything is perfect which is another fact with which I am okay. I suspect that living in the moment is a key contributor to this bliss-like living.

Simply put ... I decided to enjoy myself fully. Take each day and live it to the max. You don't have to be bungee cord jumping off a bridge into a gorge to live life to the max. Just enjoy a tomato fresh picked from the vine will do. Attend a Shakespeare performance in the park. Take the ferry to Boston for lunch. All is perfect.

Life extends a gracious invitation to party every day. You just have to accept.

Misty Mornings

I am definitely not a morning person, but early summer mornings are perfect for thinking. Now having fog introduced to provide clarity seems to fly in the face of reason, but it works. Having a shroud of fog evaporate before your eyes as the sun takes a hold on the sky creates a visual image of the thought process.

Life appears softer, less defined and more intriguing with fog. Fog envelopes you like a cold caress. Fog wakes you to the fact that the situation is transitory. Fog gives solid form to thoughts.

Fog gives permission to take your time, be extra sure of your surroundings, and cautious of possible outcomes. The more you think, the clearer the morning. And the clearer your thoughts.

September Sun

September has always been an enigma for me. Not quite summer but definitely not autumn. A transition month of epic proportions. After removing the back to school thoughts, this month has a certain glow that distinctly makes it retrospective.

My daughter was born in September and that has held moments of total joy for me from the past and with each celebration of her birthday. For the rest of the time, I remember the ripe tomatoes still warm from the sun, the color of roses, the tastes of the herb garden, all slowly passing into the last stages of summer. I am reluctant to let that go each year because the horizon of frost robbing life is expected.

Each September, I struggle with the change of weather which relegates the sandals and flip flops into the recesses of the closet and the restrictive leather of a full shoe pinches toes. Linen lets the cool evening air settle into my bones and fleece jackets ward off the chill. I think "Wasn't it just 90 degrees a few weeks ago?" Where has the time gone? That is what transition does for the mind and the soul.

You cannot grasp a moment and hold it but only in memory. And, as we move closer to the next season, I will hold onto the moments of summer as long as I can.

Summer Solstice

Today is the first day of summer ... the longest day of daylight hours. Amazing as this marks the solstice, a celebration of life and abundance. And, as we move through our lives in whatever way we choose, I remember those who are not with us physically any more and how their spirit guides us and offers us serenity. A big thanks for another year ... another abundant time ... another period of possibilities.