I drive to spend the afternoon with my son. We hike. We get pizza for dinner. It’s a good day.
I spend time with wonderful women every day this week. At the yoga studio. In October’s The Quiet Page session (these women work magic). In a Zoom conversation with a lovely and gentle friend. These women – all of them – fill my heart.
There is cleaning and tidying up the house, a phone call with my mom. I finally remove the curtain rod brackets, spackle, repaint. I text my sister to say Happy Birthday. As soon as I send my message, I realize I have dates confused in my head. Not the date of her birthday (that is clear) but the date that it actually is. I am two days ahead of myself. I tell myself to slow down. I open my planner and look at the dates lined up perfectly in their row. I let the dates rearrange themselves properly in my mind. My sister will receive two birthday texts this week. Bonus?
The light is getting softer. Even at its brightest and highest midday, it’s different. I like summer, but the sun’s heat and intense light wear me down, overwhelm me. I crave less, I crave dimmer, I crave other. I’m happy that the twinkle lights come on earlier, happy that they stay on longer. Yes, the light is softer all around.
The fullness of this week has me flustered at moments. But if the worst of it is sending double birthday wishes, then I guess I’m more than alright with that. My sister doesn’t mind. Almost no one minds as much as we think they’ll mind – with anything. We think we know, but we don’t really.
I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars.
I started listening to the teaching of my soul.
~ Rumi ~