First off, I cannot believe it is July 6th. I haven’t written in a long while, mainly it’s because I haven’t had moments like what I am having now. I’m actually on vacation, or what we 9-5’ers call “Staycation”. I am home currently in my bedroom, lounging in bed, at 1:40 PM. The temperature outside is 95 degrees Fahrenheit and all my phone says is “Very HOT”. No kidding. Summer is in its full and unforgiving swing, with temperatures sweltering and the humidity sometimes unbearable. I equally love and hate this time of year. Our Independence Day celebrations here in the United States are FINALLY over, and hopefully our doggie Linus VanPuggle will fall back into his normal pattern (we had first-hand knowledge of what fireworks do to pets, and our neighbors setting off theirs at all times of the day resulted in our pup vomiting, shaking, dry heaving, and all other sorts of crazy anxiety-ridden ailments.
(Fireworks and Pets DO NOT MIX)
On top of that, we had some pretty crazy stormy weather move in a couple days ago, which prompted our pool to change to a pretty color algae-green. Yuck. So, my boys and I are stuck indoors today while our pool is getting its much needed shock treatment to get it back to it’s pretty crystal clear blue.
(Before the storms)
But as someone who follows the seasons (as you know), even with the heaviness of the heat and humidity, I can already FEEL the change in the air. I knew this would happen since we had an early Spring. So, naturally, the smell in the air is incredibly intoxicating with the musty scent of woods and grass, acknowledging that although Summer is very much the in season right now, Autumn is beginning its whisper. And why wouldn’t it? Just as it is in October we are wanting the Winter holidays, then in January, people start wanting Spring. And it April, people long for the long Summer, so by July, Autumn is beginning to beckon us. It’s who we are and we should NOT ignore the most basic of our bodies calling. I talk about this every year and yet it still is important to mention. Before religion became a “thing” in this world, the people ONLY had the Sun, the Moon, the Stars and the ever changing seasons. Traditions and Spiritual paths are all based on this. Why we continue to fight this, I’ll never understand.
Yet here we are.
The last few days I had delved hard into the bedroom I share with my husband. When we purchased this home a little over 9 months ago, neither of us had really any vacation time left. So, I made a promise, that in the upcoming Summer, I would have a “proper” vacation, walking away from all work related calls, emails and the like, and settle on holing up in my home to do some proper nesting. We went from a severely cluttered home to a “somewhat” cluttered home. Trust me when I say, I feel like I’m living in a castle compared to what it had been! We still have a lot to go through, and next month we are holding a massive yard sale to say buh-bye to those items no longer needed in our lives. Anything we don’t sell, we are donating, or giving to my in-laws to continue to sell. Either way, they are not coming back into this house.
I will say, I am rather bummed I cannot be outside right now, I know my plants are in need of my care. Sadly, my health and the outdoors in this type of weather don’t mix, and I don’t want to risk getting more sick. One can only hope we can get through the heat wave, and if not, I will continue to seed and plant, until Mother Earth tells me to settle in for the Winter.
Speaking of my garden, she’s not doing so well. And as this is our first year here, I’m not surprised. The ground is extremely brittle with areas of clay. So, when watering, it just runs off. I know it’s going to take another good year before I have good enough soil to get a better harvest. My original goals of a decent harvest are continually being thwarted by this heat and the fact I get full sun for most of the day. So, I really can’t water my plants after 7AM or they will get burnt by the sun. Add the fact our house sits in what feels like a man-made wind tunnel, gardening this year has been completely exhausting. And while I know the haters are laughing under their breath and desperately wanting to tell me “I told you so”, I know deep down it’s going to be okay, and that I just need to keep going.
(Sadly they don’t look this good anymore)
Kinda missing the Summer of 2014, now. (For those on the East Coast of the US, it was the coolest and nicest Summer on record)
So, today I am painting. Not walls, but canvasses. The Muse has been harnessed for a long time, sacrificing her time for a more rigid lifestyle of being an adult. The promise I made to myself when on this “vacation” from work to de-clutter my home, it was to de-clutter EVERYTHING. So today, I am making space for my head and the right brained little girl who has been patiently waiting on the sidelines to come out and play.
(Couple little things I played around with today)
As I look outside and see the thick haze of the air, prompting the weather guys to issue a necessary air quality warning, I sit inside the imitation coolness of air conditioning, I quietly acknowledge change is indeed in the air. This year in particular has gone incredibly fast. Which only solidifies my continuing argument that we are never guaranteed the next minute, and we can never get back the one that just passed. Be in tune with your breath. Be in tune with your change. It’s who we are, it’s how we are. I for one, welcome the upcoming quieter time of the year. But in the meantime, I will continue my lounging session for the day, before gearing back up to de-clutter more things around my home tomorrow.
The Season of Lammas is approaching. Can you feel the shadows of the season coming?