As I write you I am still in bed. Time on the clock is 10:26 am and I am still in bed. The pangs of hunger have arrived ever so slightly and I feel too lazy for pancakes, but I am hungry, and if I don’t cook, no one will. Life has been moving at a slower pace since leaving the Bay and like a chorus frog on a cool summer evening, I am adjusting quite splendidly to the simple life. Decisions are waiting to be made, emails are waiting to be responded to, and my only task for today is deciding on what tea I will be having with my breakfast.
Ease is something that can feel rather hard to come by when you live in a culture of go, go, go, and I look forward to no, no, no as I slow down for my sleepy girl summer. This summer, I pledge to take more naps, read more books on the patio, and enjoy more lazy days by the river. This summer, I pledge to make the bed my best friend, and stay home if I don’t feel like doing.
This wave of fatigue that feels like a misty fog still weighs heavy over my eyes. Spring was a moment of intense upheaval with some terrible mishandling and legal ick. I slowly wash off the pain which consumed my mind and body during the period of pause and remember what remains true to me, at this moment.
I am here.
I am alive.
I have a body that moves.
I have a body that craves.
I have a body that bounds.
I have a body that thrives.
Simply existing feels like more than enough work for me at the moment, and I lean into the idea that slow can too be fast. As the years pass much more frequent in feeling now, I lean into what is. Grief popped up this week and there was an immense confrontation of past self and integrated self that needs some more time to heal.
I had a conversation with a friend and she shared that being sad about something that ended is showing respect for the connection and honoring that it was meaningful. That felt profound.
This week I found a brown slug which was quite exciting at the time. I have not seen that color of slug yet. Someone interesting told me they change color depending on environment and weather. I am intrigued to learn more.
I am curious to learn more this summer, and will be focusing on learning about different conifers as they are one of my favorite things on this earth. I probably need to get up soon to have my voice lessons. Maybe I won’t.
How has this summer felt for you?
Are you thick in the fog of trying to wake up to the fact that summer has arrived?
Are you enjoying your time by water? On a train? In nature?
Wishing you all a splendiferous weekend filled with magic and ease,
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Written under a Cancer sun and a Sagittarius moon, feeling like my intuition is strong and adventures can wait.
p.s. I am starting a book club late summer. Top top secret but excited to share regardless.
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