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❀ ODE TO SUMMER ❀

Ariana sits in an aspen grove, summer 2022

Summer is drawing to a close, but I can earnestly say I have loved it well. And gratefully I can say it has loved me as well!

I am not yet ready to wrap my cloak around and do nothing but sip cocoa by the fire, but I am listening to the whisper of the changing leaves, feeling the tug of contemplation deeper in my heart, and musing on the more meditative season to come…

For the truth is, much as I love, Love, LOVE summer, I also love the gentle quietude of the darker time of year.

Her riches of insight, digestion of the whirlwind of seasons past, time to revision, pause, let go…

For me, the warm months can be quite a whirlwind! Even as I pace myself gently, beginning with the stirring winds of spring I become swept away – by new things budding, all the human activity, wildflowers that can be glimpsed only for a moment…

Oh precious life! But I would not trade you for a thousand, thousand winters, even as I treasure their slowing down, deep rest, and long dreaming nights…

So I will gather your seeds and hold them close to my breast, keeping them until in pre-spring’s light we meet again in dark soil softening, stirring…

And in the dark night, I will remember you with a heart full, write songs to you, paint pictures of light, and continue to muse on how I may best serve you in the cycles to come…

🌻 Thank you, summer! 🌻

 

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