tamarjacobson

It is not over.

Summer, I mean.

But the playful fun part has – must – finally come to an end.

It is time for me to return to my senses and buckle down, settle in, and get serious.

My heart, mind and soul are full to the brim. Cup runneth over.

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I have seen the Irish Sea …

… paddled my toes in the Pacific …

… and swam in the Atlantic … right where the Bay meets the Ocean …

I have broken all kinds of bread …

… with all kinds of people …

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… and laughed long and hard along the way.

I have walked in the sun and through the rain, enjoyed countless movies of every genre, and climbed a steep hill or two. Holding hands on the way down, linking arms in the crashing turf, and raising many glasses with new and old friends.

I even painted my toenails! And also lost a couple of old broken, bruised ones along the way.

Yes indeed, I shed a tear or two. Sometimes from old memories and ancient hurts, but mostly with profound joy, and deep, heartfelt love.

This was the summer of shedding old baggage, shame, guilt, and ancient, aching anger, giving up the grief, and opening my heart to joyfulness.

I am hopeful that I remember to return to the rapidly becoming memories of joyful, loving moments this summer, to give me emotional sustenance and support. For, even as I embrace August faced with all the work ahead, I struggle to focus on what I want and need to get done …

… because right now, this moment? …

… I just want to play, and play, and play …