bienvenido, summer!

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*So far, just a couple days in, I’m digging this summer. I simply LOVE this time of year. May it be a radiant, joyful one for us all.*

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It’s Weekend!

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Truth be told, I’m still quite out of whack from last week’s emotion-packed agenda. I’m working to get grounded here again.

Yet, there’s no rest for the weary, as it’s time to gear up for my neighborhood’s huge annual to-do! There will be naked cyclists and kooks on stilts and music in the streets and BBQs on the rooftops, and I’m really looking forward to getting in on the fun.

Happy weekend, friends.

(*With warm memories of last Friday’s deck dinner, this song goes out to my Chicago family members, who are so deeply present in my thoughts and heart.)

Returning

*I wrote this late last week. Today as I sit in the sun (the sun! that foreign bulb in the sky!), working on my laptop to the heavy “Call Me Maybe” beats pumping from the open CrossFit gym windows, my words of last week sound somber and heavy. But they were still my words, and I will still share them:
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I lost myself for a wee bit there. And now gradually, gratefully, I am returning to me. I got weighed down in a bog (of worry of hurt of patterns of fatigue), and it was murky in there. (I was giving off bad energy, and I was getting back really bad energy… An ugly, ugly cycle.) Man, did it feel murky.

And it’s not that I was unaware of being stuck; I tend to always know what’s going on. (This knowledge frustrates me even more. “First-world problems,” I hiss at myself in cynical moments of self-disappointment and shame.) I was just snagged, caught, unable to flow on by.

It wasn’t entirely foreign, either, where I was just then. (I’ve been there before, and chances are I’ll at some point return.) Because, if we’re being honest, we all get grounded by that bog sometimes, don’t we? Floundering around, making an effort to remember the good, scolding ourselves for not embracing the good that we KNOW is there.

But the curtain of mist is rising now. I feel it, and as I catch radiant glimpses of pure, emerging light, I too feel more light. The levity returns.

The fear is not gone, but she no longer stands alone. Hope and promise and trust and omnipresent love (love that has been there all along) now stand by her side.
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Photos of some things that have made me super happy as of late: (like food bank visits/perspective, reunions with friends I dearly love and miss, photography inspiration, unexpected music everywhere, delicious dishes shared with new friends, parades of painted naked people, DJ Mullet, skies that take my breath away, an abundance of turquoise)…

What’s making you smile these days?

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