We’re finding our summer rhythm, slowly but surely. At first I didn’t think we needed one, but oh! friends, rhythm is life. Especially when these days are so long. Each day needs some purpose to give it meaning, even if its only picking cherries, visiting a friend, or just dusting the house and baking a chicken like I do every Tuesday. Feeling driftless, I was heartened to put down in writing all the things that form our rhythm these days. Each in its turn, our days contain a sprinkling of:
Time outside, under the apple tree, by the river, in the green woods, at the park, in the garden.
Time to move, to ride bikes, walk, splash, stretch.
Time to rest, to nap, to read stories, to look up at the fruit ripening over the hammock.
Time to sweep, sort, build, dig, spin, wash, to cross things off the to do list.
Time with friends, to play and talk and celebrate the goodness of our community.
Time to create, paint, cut, paste, stitch, cast on, dress up, sing.
Time to wander, to do nothing, to hold each ripening moment in our hearts.
A handful of those things and we call it a day. Another very sweet summer day.
What have you been up to?