Tonight my husband and I walked the road near our house. Enjoying the sun and warmth while getting some much-needed exercise.
It is also the summer solstice. I think I read that there will be 14+ hours of daylight. This is a good thing.
We realized as we walked that the heat is finally here. Its been such a cold and wet spring that it hasn’t felt much like summer. Not anymore.
We talked about a lot of things as we walked; work, people we know, growing older. All subjects that are important to us for various reasons. Walking seems to be a good place to talk. To get away from all those things “needing” to be done.
The road we walk is mostly fields, some worked and some growing wild. There is also a bit of woods with a creek that goes nearly dry by the end of summer each year.
The fields at the end where we turn around are overgrown this year. It is remarkable to me how the farmers decide which fields need to be used in a given year and which ones need to be left fallow for a year.
In one of the fallow fields, just as we were turning around, I saw a couple of heads peek up in the tall grass. Two deer who were bedding down for the night looked at who was talking. One was a buck, with tiny horns between his ears. The other female. She was the first to bolt. He followed shortly after. I wish I’d had a camera.
When we got back I snapped this picture.
I have done little gardening this year but sometimes the flowers prevail. These were planted last year and are in the midst of weeds. Still beautiful.
The summer season here in Northern Michigan is so short. Why not take a walk and enjoy it.
How do you enjoy the summer?
Today I’ve returned home to find this clematis blooming like crazy. It was a good welcome.
When we left, there were lots of buds and I’m glad I didn’t miss the full blooms. Flowers, like so many things in life are fleeting and to capture this moment is amazing.
I left a wonderful writers retreat to come home to just that: home. Where laundry and dishes call out quietly, and sometimes loudly. Where there is always something else to do and solitude is a moment stolen here and there. Though the time away was wonderful the crash of real life can burst the magic of retreat.
It is during retreat that we rediscover ourselves and perhaps make a plan for our lives. It is where we can find the quiet that lies within ourselves. It is where we can recharge for the next step in our lives.
It is easy to forget and the magic begins to disappear the moment the car turns home.
So, thank you to my fully blooming clematis in my favorite color and my african violet for reminding me that while going away is good to recharge, it is also good to come home.
Home to a comfortable bed and clean clothes. Home to normal life. Home to bills, chores and fully blooming flowers.
Its good to be home.
I am not much of a poet, however, at my writers retreat at Interlochen College of Creative Arts, I had an opportunity to write some. One of the challenges about being a writer is to explore new genres. This is part of skill building and learning new ways to get my words out. For any writers out there, being able to get words on paper can potentially be problematic.
I’d like to share some of the pieces that I wrote during a craft talk this week. The idea was to focus on one moment of a recent experience, and, perhaps, to add emotion and end with a question?
On my walk
I interrupted a
water all the way to skin
Shake it off.
Will he return to finish?
Here is another one:
Chasing the darkness
Cleansing power of nature
Why won’t it stay?
Walking the wooded trail
Focus right foot
Focus left food
Focus, left foot
Focus, right foot
Breathe in, breath out.
Again, I am not a poet but I did enjoy remembering these moments in my day. These are snapshots that I can carry with me.
Writing is like anything. It improves with practice.
Challenge – Try this exercise and use the parameters of 3-7 lines as I did.