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.