Much as I like my colleagues, and as challenging and satisfying as my work can be, the skies are forecast to be blue all week. Can anyone tell me why this seems to always be the case? Probably for the same reason that the summers I recall from my childhood were always sunny every single day – a selective memory! The question I was asking myself over a leisurely breakfast in the sun last Sunday morning was, how do I retain the contentment that seeped deep into my bones during the summer break?
Face up to the sun,
Listen . . . cicadas, birds, surf.
Breathe deep, in and out.
At the turn of breath,
The moment of peace, stillness.
Breathe deep, in, and out.
Feel the air flowing,
Soft turbulence, soothing, peace.
Breathe deep, breathe, content.

do something that ‘contents your contentment quota’ (if there is one) you before you go to work , be it morning walk/sitting on the beach or saying something deep secret and lovely and true to yourself in the mirror or breathing in a copiously conscious manner.
nice poem too
Thank you Dortz. Yes, I’ll just face the sun, if only in my magination, and breathe.
Hope being back at work holds some joy too – at least you always have the beach to come home to
Work is not without its lighter moments and I have good colleagues. And this week the beach has been delightful – so many days of light winds and sunshine! Aren’t we the lucky ones?
We would be literally lucky if we won Lotto and could embrace the sun with open ‘time’ …but yes lucky we are …lucky to know such insightful, talented and positive people like yourself – miss you already!
Missing you and R too, so much about our daily comings and goings, the thoughfulness and support. It’s a new year, a new office, new team, new community . . . lots of new! I’ll see you next Thursday hopefully.
I loved your picture and your poem, it helps to think about the sun and how it would feel being on that beach when your surrounded with snow..brrrrr. Anita from the Warti Club
Thanks for the visit. I soak up every bit of sunshine I can through the winter, while it’s summertime I’m in full memory-storage mode.
I’m glad to see you online again too!
This summer seems to have been the most fabulous one I can remember for such a long time. There is now a slight chill in the morning and evening. It is darker much later in the mornings too. My gingko leaves are slowly starting to get edged with yellow.
I am trying to soak up the memory of summer, if not grasp onto it!