And so the dog days of summer have arrived.
Every day is hot and humid.
My house doesn’t have air conditioning, and the days plod by.
It’s all I can do to sit at the dining room table under the spinning ceiling fan, and wait for the night to come.
Fortunately, most nights are cooler than the days. .
But with sticky heat, the cool is still damp.
I often have two fans on me as I drift off to sleep. Both timed to run most of the night.
And as the heaviness of the day dissipates, I sweat while waiting for sleep.
Like the pebbles I balance each action with gravity, with potential consequences,
and I sigh with the slightest breeze.
Release all the things you hoped to do this summer.
Feel the season polishing you with heat, with rain, with love.
And breathe, friends. Just breathe.
As you breathe, listen to this short guided meditation of a journey on a hot air balloon.