summer dreams

I head into every summer with dreams of long lazy days, and before I know it, August is half over and I haven't even put up my hammock. Last week was the first time I got around to sweeping the front porch; Larry had his first weed wacking session of the season. And it's not as if we've been relaxing. Which is not to say we haven't been enjoying the summer. We've just been very busy with it.
Highlights of the last few weeks have been:
A visit with my sister and niece who were visiting from Isreal (they flew home just as the cease fire was in effect)

A trip to the Dale Chihuly exhibit at the New York Botanical Gardens with my yogini friend Lori

And a two day too fast workshop stint at Omega Teen Camp.


Long lazy moments definitely wound their wonderful tendrils around these days and nights, though my sense of things is that today is the first day I've had nothing to do, no schedule, nothing to prepare for, nowhere to be in what seems like forever. The constant hum of the buildings outside the apartment window is like a lullabye. And despite the gorgeous weather, I am happy to sit home, nap, write, and decorate my hand with henna.
Since being at Omega in May, and thanks to a few good talks with the resident life coach there, I am definitely working on infusing my life with more of the things that make my heart sing, feed my soul. And small things like sitting still, and not forcing myself to finish off the never-ending list of errands that keep most of us swirling through life with little respite, is definitely one of my biggest joys. Days like these remind me of being a kid at camp, sitting in the bunk and watching the leaves grow outside the window.
That is, after all, what summer is for. At least in my dreams.