Thoughts on a Hot Summer Day

It’s a hot summer day.

As usual, I took a slow walk in nature today, seeking quiet time and solace amongst the leaves, green grass, and bees buzzing in the wind.

We can all do this: pay attention to what shimmers for us, what evokes our name as we walk through deep forests, witness waves crashing against the sand. Nurturing our souls with the gifts of our surroundings.

It’s a matter of practice. Even as children, many of us long to be part of a bigger picture. Our world is surrounded by hopes, and dreams—even those that shatter.

Taking a few moments each day to appreciate what we’ve been given; the delicacies of what we can hold in our hands, smell, and taste. This is what makes life worth living. This is what brings me joy when I wake up each morning. Even if it’s gloomy outside. This, too, shall pass.

Each day, through writing, I express my heart’s aches and yearns. Notebooks fill my dresser, my closet, old suitcases. Reminders of musings… of what was—what is—and a future that hasn’t yet arrived. I invite this future into my life with open arms while savoring the many gifts of today.

Writing helps me reflect on how my body, mind, and spirit work, and how each moment in my life is precious. Through writing, I want to share these moments with the world.

You might want to try it, too.