Sweet Summertime

We're only into the second day of summer vacation and I'm already realizing just how much of my work time is going to be replaced by blowing bubbles, fixing snacks, splashing in in the lake, dreaming dayish dreams, and skipping around the park with my pixies.  

Yesterday, as I was digging us out of the school year's end clutter and mess I was feeling abysmal about this.  How am I ever going to get this book written? When am I ever going to make space for what I think I need to be doing?

Slowly that begrudging feeling faded away as the mess became less messy and the summer spirit nestled itself into my heart.  I remembered the magic of the wind sweaty runs around the house make in your hair, and watermelon juice dripping from toothy grins; of late nights spent chasing lightning bugs, and of sun tea, picnics, fireworks, and movies on the big screen.  I remembered summertime through the eyes and heart of a child.  

This morning at the park while the girls ran and slid and climbed to their complete satisfaction, I happened to look up where a hawk was flying to nowhere in particular.  My analytical mind immediately wondered, "Why do they fly?  Why do they decide to fly if they're not going anywhere?"  

The answer came immediately, "Because they can.  For the joy of it."

Yes.

This summer, I am understanding, is a lesson in living for the joy of it.  To really live naturally in feeling and intuition rather than on the speedway to achievement; a shift of heart and mind for me.  When I feel as though I'm not going anywhere in my flying, I will remind myself to fly anyway, for the joy of it.  Because I can.  Because I am able.  

Living with a capital L takes practice, I am learning.  

My goal is to fill this summer up with beauty and magic and love and light all the way to the brim.  To be truly Joyful.  

I hope there is a wealth of joy in your world, too.


~Anna