The scent of roses, ocean swimming, and nature’s rhythm. I’ve been waiting this week to write the usual article about my thoughts and reflections. But such reflections need rainy days indoors and we’ve been outdoors enjoying the beauty of nature. That’s because it’s full summer now, with that sweet edge of nostalgia already coming in as days shorten just ever so incrementally in the evening. Hardly noticeable at first, but then at 9:30 we can feel the day’s roses pulling in their scent and closing for the night. It’s a time for me to begin to store and hold the images of the days as memory crystals or seeds. The beauty of summer basil, ocean swimming in hot sun. Something about letting my hair stay wet to keep cool in the afternoon. Or sitting outside holding a book but not really reading it, just looking at the clouds instead. Not thinking - doing and being.
Summer Love
Summer Love
Summer Love
The scent of roses, ocean swimming, and nature’s rhythm. I’ve been waiting this week to write the usual article about my thoughts and reflections. But such reflections need rainy days indoors and we’ve been outdoors enjoying the beauty of nature. That’s because it’s full summer now, with that sweet edge of nostalgia already coming in as days shorten just ever so incrementally in the evening. Hardly noticeable at first, but then at 9:30 we can feel the day’s roses pulling in their scent and closing for the night. It’s a time for me to begin to store and hold the images of the days as memory crystals or seeds. The beauty of summer basil, ocean swimming in hot sun. Something about letting my hair stay wet to keep cool in the afternoon. Or sitting outside holding a book but not really reading it, just looking at the clouds instead. Not thinking - doing and being.