On the threshold of summer
In and around New Orleans there has been a frenzy that begins with the first of the year countdown to the overlapping, overwhelming festivals and events in this city. If you have a young child, then the season coincides with end of school activities as well as the end of extracurricular this and that. You get to this day – Memorial Day – and you are just shagged out.
Recently, summer stomped in leaving wet bare footprints on the floor and a heat that you can already feel baking through the walls. I’m no more ready for bathing suit weather than I am for seeing my garden slip into the inferno stage of its growth – except for the tomatoes that worship the heat. Summer offers one respite that I crave – the ability to slow down, to invent new routines, to slip out of obligations and to embrace laziness with a renewed vigor.
This is the beginning of long, hot summer, and I feel in my bones a new consciousness is also burning its way in. What a lovely time to pare down to priorities, and revisit what is meaningful.
