song of summer

'you can sleep in September'  - Casey Neistat

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we laugh

this week...we made calloused feet as we said 'no' to shoes in the cool mornings.  That small decision would shape our day...shape our minds as we walked out into summer without lacing up and becoming leather tramps.  A sense of freedom washes in with the tide, and then...draws us out toward the sea.  We feel the vulnerability of vagabonds, releasing our ties and our ability to be held in the sway of a work week. This is summer.  This is vacation. And now every step must be carefully selected, as the 'souls' of our feet finally have a chance to be part of the story.  They have been waiting...and can now actually lead.  But our gate and pace is halved, and a more mindful tale becomes etched in the sand.


  

we love

our edges are also exposed, as the subtle curves of our shoulders seek the sun.  Sleeves are considered low brow this week and the dresser drawers of our cottage bedroom are a mess of tank tops, sun dresses, jerseys, and cover ups.  There are no neatly folded piles.  No color matching consideration.  No heavy cotton, or burdensome long-sleeves.  Simply reach into the swirl of colors, and lift out the first least-restrictive piece your hand comes upon.  Along with the lightness in our step, our arms find a wider range, and we reach to what we choose to hold with a new and more deliberate purpose.  

the water of Wells

    

there is no 9 to 5.  No lunch break.  No desktop computer.  And a morning shower isn't necessary.  Deodorant is optional.  It's all coolers and ice packs, blueberry and apple fritters, hair ties and flip flops, cold, hard, sandy cottage floors, warm, soft, sun kissed skin, cherries and spf 50, pails, shovels, and skim boards, blue matted public ways opening to salty marshes, grassy dunes and piping plovers, drift wood and beach roses, sea weed, faulty umbrellas, billy's chowder house, fish and chips and lobster rolls, everyday ice cream, Wells and Ogunquit and York, taffy stretched in store front windows, arguments over parking spots, coastal drives and Marginal Way walks, swim suits at dinner and wet car seats, arcades and beachcombers, jetty's and a Perkin's Cove, barnacles in tide pools, sunglasses after sunsets, salty kisses, sun burnt hugs, air conditioned naps and then hatching into humidity...it's the song of summer...and I'm always ready to hear it again.  

releasing ourselves from the career, the work week, the grind, and the frequent phone and email checks, we allow ourselves a recharge.  Paradoxically, by unplugging...we become more plugged in to what matters most.  A true vacation provides opportunities for an assessment of our home, work, and family balance from outside the box.  A reevaluation in a sense.  A fresh perspective.  And a check in with ourselves to say...'hey, how ya doin?'  

too big for this yet?

Do what you must to insert a getaway into your annual goals.  Stop drinking Starbucks and put that money away for the next trip...start a micro business that will pay for one...cancel cable tv for the Spring and Summer.  Whatever you have to do...do it!  The experience of a vacation has such a valuable return on investment (click here for my post on r.o.i.) compared with buying tangible items.  

Happy summer to you.

the 4th

Music:  Click here for one of my favorite bands...and a song that reminds me of summer.