Summers End
August reminds me of digging potatoes on my aunt’s farm, the
smell of late peaches and swimming in the pond after farm chores were
done. The weather was always hot and dry
and the earth parched from the sun. By
that time of year, I was also parched by the sun and ready for the cooler days
of fall. August was the last month of
freedom before school and long days were spent playing, playing and did I say
playing. Today, with the demands of a
busy schedule, teaching, writing, consulting, I think I sometimes forget to play. Life becomes so scheduled that I don’t find
the moments to free my mind, engage my body and laugh; not just laugh but let
loose with real belly laughs. Since
preparing to write this post, I have been more intentional about adding play to
my days. I hope that as you prepare for
the change of seasons, you enjoy the last lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer and
dance or play the night away.
Martha Swirzinski
3 comments:
Great reminder. Thanks
It does seem odd, doesn't it, that we've forgotten how to play? I've had to "re-teach" myself at times in my life when I just had too much work and stress and I actually forgot how to have fun!
This is so true. It seems with each passing year, life becomes more hectic and it becomes more difficult to pause and simply play. Thanks for the reminder, Martha.
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