Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Summers End

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


Mary Jo Guglielmo said...

Great reminder. Thanks

Heidiwriter said...

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!

Karen Cioffi said...

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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