Memorial Day Weekend, heralded as the start of summer. It brings to mind long, lazy days spent in a hammock or row boat. it makes me want to be in a place where I can hear the cry of loons, the breeze sighing through the pines overhead, and the water lapping at the shore. Where a good book, cold drink and morning walks are the makings of a great day. Where at night a fire brightens the darkness below and the stars shine above. Both reflecting off the smooth water.
It looks like we are due for another wet Memorial Day weekend here in the New England area. But I am hoping that the weather reporters are being pessimistic, that the rain will end today and not continue over the weekend. It might, it might not. I hope it does for all those planning cookouts, graduation parties, tournaments and camping trips. As we basically lost spring this year it is a shame to lose the start of the summer stretch. But there you have it, weather does what it will. I look forward to summer, that idealized version we hold in our minds of long days to meander through, that sense of timelessness that summer seems to bring. Not unlike when being snowbound brings in the winter. Childhood days are like that, unbound by time. Or at least they used to be, maybe now that sense of a boundless amount of summer is gone. I hope not, as it is a wonderful sensation to feel that each day is overflowing with potential adventure and that your time is your own. As adults we are so bound up by timetables, both our own and those imposed on us, that we are rarely able to have days of aimless wandering in which to recharge. This weekend, rain or shine, try to carve out a niche of time for something that makes you feel footloose and fancy free.
Earlier this week life was feeling like this train, a blur on the tracks. It wasn’t that I was overburdened with any particular tasks, just that it felt as if everything was going by too quickly. Monday and Tuesday were filled with such a variety of things to do, all completed without the “phew” feeling. And so, I gave myself permission to take some time to do what caught my fancy, to relax, in short to veg and be answerable to no one, not even my inner critic. So, other than the regular household chores I have spent my last 3 days reading, researching, daydreaming and just enjoying the breathing in of fresh spring air. It has been awesome! I feel like I have been on a vacation instead of just home by myself each day. The quiet has been bliss. I can feel new thoughts and ideas coming to the surface that couldn’t get through the crowd just last week. Meanwhile I am getting the laundry out on the line, chatting with friends, getting flowers picked and even out to hear a choir. It is so what I needed and didn’t even quite realize I needed. There has been a total lack of guilt for not staying busy like the rest of the world, an added bonus. I feel now that I can get back into the swing of things with lungfuls of fresh air and a head uncluttered by chaff, but full of new ideas.