These rare days
When the sun is shining,
The temperature is ideal,
And you know this is a cherished gem…
The pull… to do it all.
The conflict between the pull and the tired one
who says, “I just want to rest,”
Let me savor this day,
Let me not rush to cram in all the things.
Let me allow the day to unfold,
As it will.
Allow me to savor a sweet nap, receiving sleep into my being,
Savor the melted butter seeping into the warm pumpkin bread,
The sweetness of melon,
The refresh of a cool glass of water.
Let me sit on the deck
Listening to the birds,
Watching the wispy clouds,
Feeling the urgency, but letting it stay out there.
Remembering what it was to be on vacation –
With only one week, before clean up and check out.
Let me savor the living in this sacred place.
I get to be here, day in and day out.
I do not have to leave tomorrow to return anywhere.
I am home…
and it is enough to simply honor my tiredeness this day.
Sun shining and lake calm do not have to demand
that I come out and play.
I do not need to wait for the rain’s permission
to lay low and take it easy.
It is a perfectly lovely delight
To merely BE on this day.
To breathe in the fresh air,
To enjoy the sight of boats and jet skis,
To allow others their experience of this day.
For me… I savor the silence, the stillness,
I let go of the hustle – with gladness.
I am relieved to drop the burden of ambition,
or “I don’t want to waste this day,”
or “I must get this right.”
I feel the weight slip from my shoulders
As I simply allow and simply savor
This beautiful, perfect summer day.