As I write this, it is still August but I cannot help but notice the strangeness that has pervaded the summer this year and now as I share this we are well into the month of September and it is as though to many of us as if summer went mostly unnoticed. I don’t sense or feel the usual sadness that lurks within us all like sad children when the summer is ending.
Other than a good bit of rain in the late spring, the weather was delightful. Still no one really noticed. I don’t think we had more than a weeks worth of temperatures above ninety, still no one really noticed. What I did notice was a lot personal change and inward focus. There seemed to be a lot of odd summer colds and flu, coughs, ear problems and illness in general, unlike what is typical this time of year. Everyone has seemed preoccupied as if preparing for something but unsure of what.
This past year has brought a lot of change to our country but also to each of us personally. We seem to be like children tired and needing to put our toys away so we can just be ourselves with a soft place to fall near people that we love. There seems to be a renewed value to coming home. People seem to be cooking more and even though typically outdoor cooking is favored this time of the year, people have been cooking more inside. Have you ever thought of food as energy? Think about your food for just a minute. Consider the usual take out dinner. How do you think it is prepared? Quickly. Have you considered the vibration of food prepared by a stressed worker? His or her unhappiness, resentment and bitterness are infused in your food, changing and lowering the vibration of it. Now think about coming home and preparing dinner. As you are preparing it you are thinking about your health and feeding your body and this intention nourishes your soul as well and as we become connected again with our food, we become connected again to ourselves.
As summer fades silently into the fall I am left feeling that maybe – just maybe we have begun to live in the moment as we have suggested to ourselves for so long to do. Not crying because rosebushes have thorns, but seeing that thorn bushes have roses. It is not the end of summer it is the beginning of a new day.
~Cynthia
