Mondays are Physical Day here at Taking it to the Streets
It’s July. I am in Chicago. It is hot.
That is not a news story. It annoys me when the media considers the seasons “news” – kind of like when insurance companies consider pregnancy or menopause “illnesses”.
It’s part of life, you know?
That said – some parts of life are more pleasant than others. It’s all perception. I posted on Facebook today that there are only 65 more days til the cooling breezes of autumn and two of my family members chimed in that they want summer to linger – not to quickly go away!
Well, I”m not a fan of summer and never much have been. But I AM a fan of ‘being here now.’ The more I live and learn the more I see the wisdom in being with what is – even when it’s just not our favorite.
Our recent power outage really helped me put summer in perspective. I’m shockingly old enough to remember not having air conditioning. How our parents would lay sheets on the living room floor and put our 4 little selves there with the one tiny oscillating fan blowing cool air over us. Then once we’d fallen asleep, Dad would carry us up to our beds on the sweltering second floor. Or our “air-conditioned car” – roll down all 4 windows and go for a drive – ending up, mysteriously, at Dairy Queen to help cool us down.
I have to think that our bodies have adapted over the millenia to the seasons and that when we stop resisting what is and ‘lean into’ summer (as my friend Barbara would say) that we can then find the joy.
Oh, I know – many of you find summer to be your MOST favorite season – well substitute the word “winter” and you get what I’m talking about.
My motorcycle is helping me enjoy summer more and experience it more. Rather than just stay inside in artificially cooled air, I’ve been spending some time with the hot winds of summer blowing past my face, feeling the heat of the sun and the heat of my bike’s exhaust and my salty sweat. Smelling the oceans of sunscreen I remember to put on before I ride. It’s good – very visceral.
And I’m eating summer’s heat as I make salads from my friend Bill’s garden’s bounty.
I am being WITH summer, not fighting it (give or take the occasional petulant ‘counting the days…’).
How about you? Favorite season? One you ‘soldier through’? Or just another climate that you duck into and out of between cars and buildings?