We went to Hannah’s for dinner last night. Before we sat down and feasted like a king and queen with all the other kings and queens who were in attendance, we went ambling in the gardens where the world was so brightly leaping and green. I picked ripe cherries. RW ate the fruit directly off the branches of the trees. I was shot in the face by the sprinkler. RW gave me a piggy back ride through some prickly grass because it’s summer and I didn’t wear any shoes to Hannah’s house. Summertime, in years past, has been such a solo event for me, hanging together like a frayed piece of sun-bleached fabric. Just holding on. Now I feel like my arms are open wide and I’m gathering everything into my generous embrace because there’s space here for collecting hearts and gifts and for seeing with clear, open eyes and following curious little trails into the great big yonder. I’m in some kind of paradise right now. Not everything is perfect, but my cup runneth over.
Summer is for growing. Summer is for growing younger. I hope you’re growing younger too.