“In Summer, the song sings itself.”
– William Carlos Williams
Sometimes it’s not a song. Sometimes it’s a soundtrack. Or maybe a digital “mixed tape” of happy and mellow and pop and French and Indie and whatever else floats your musical boat.
Below, a few lessons learned while moving to the beat this summer….
There’s an inner artist buried deep within all of us. It’s worth getting your hands dirty in the excavation. I unearthed mine this summer, all dusty and neglected underneath the years and minutiae of responsible adulthood. It’s a little to the left of the right side of the brain if you’re looking for your own.
Art journaling is the perfect way to spend a lazy summer morning….and the ensuing summer afternoon if you’re not keeping close track of time. No rules and no wrong ways…perfect for when your newly excavated inner artist is squinting and blinking at those first glimpses of light.
Fiction is more relaxing than nonfiction. So relaxing I’m declaring all future summers as fiction-only. Of course, beware this problem. (Hint: the start of the Zombie apocalypse.)
And, yes, you can go to the beach by yourself. SOLO (not to be confused with YOLO!) Stocking up on Vitamin D, shelling, reading, beach walking and, holy yum, speed-eating an ice cream sandwich as it melts all over your hands…You don’t need spectators for any of that.
As an introvert, I’m shocked this never occurred to me before. What must be obvious to others feels like an epiphany to me….that I can jump in the car and drive 14 miles to one of the best beaches in the US – by myself – on a weekday. How many precious beach hours have I missed waiting to sync schedules with others? Never again….
(Linking up with Emily Freeman over at Chatting At The Sky….head over there to see the fascinating, ridiculous, sacred or small things other bloggers are sharing this month)
Now it’s your turn…..what did you learn this summer?