In the past few years, I have been more aware of the relentless movement of time.
The season shapes each day; the length, the light, the energy. I feel myself changing and shifting under that tide, cycling through my own seasonal shapes.
It’s powerful and beautiful.
In the summer, the long, sunny days fill me with social energy, even as the sticky heat clings to my skin and slows me down. I spend weekend mornings with friends and their babies. I walk because I can. I take up new hobbies. I forget to put on sunscreen. I invite friends for dinner. We grill. I breathe.
The past two weekends have been gloriously lazy ones. We’ve had very few commitments. We eked by with the bare minimum of chores. I edited photos. We ate CSA corn and juicy tomatoes. We consumed large amounts of media.
The world is not a peaceful place. I know this. And if I look at it too hard, it hurts my heart.
But right now I am in a time and place that is good and safe. And I remind myself to cherish the simplicity and ease of these slow summer days, these sweet moments with friends, these undemanding hours.
Because these moments are fleeting and this life is meant to be adored.
Whether it is the season that changes, or the season of our lives, something new is always coming.
And so I seek to revel in these moments. Even as I look ahead joyfully toward all the unknowable adventures and moments to come.