Lazy Day Summer


"Pamela has composed one of the loveliest writing-to-heal books for people living with cancer that could be imagined."

-John Fox, CPT;
President of
The Institute
for Poetic Medicine

 

 

It’s officially summer; the heat is high and heavy. I think of all the ways people responded to this sort of heat before air conditioning.  They hung signs on shop doors “Gone Fishing”; pulled down shades and took naps; gathered on porches to fan themselves, talk and drink iced tea.

 

Now, we have outdoor heat alerts.  But indoors if there is air conditioning, we are working, working, working. Maybe we need to pay attention to the weather;  remember the rhythms of nature and how they helped us to slow down.  I saw a wide patch of flowers this morning and they looked so soft I wanted to lie down in the midst of them.  My eyes overlooked the weeds and paid attention to their feather-like blossoms.  It made me want to be lazy- something I never am.  Once I started writing this, the moment I wrote the word “lazy” I knew I’d try it out.  Being lazy for the rest of the day.  We move so fast; push ourselves so hard; worry about not enough time.  If we rest, there will be more time.

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