We’re slipping into summer. Can you feel it? Life shifts from overdrive to a lower gear. Though the engine may rev on for a while, everything around us is beckoning: slower, slower, slower.
A DIFFERENT RHYTHM. We’re being coaxed into a season that invites a different rhythm. Instead of pre-dawn rushes to get out to the school bus or off to the clinic and then bracing for a full range of evening activities every weeknight, folks in the Hay household are gradually easing off the accelerator. Mad dashes aren't demanded...for a while, at least.
SUMMER STATE OF MIND. It’s not that there aren’t things to do (thank goodness we haven’t yet heard “I’m bored), it’s that there aren’t so many things scheduled so tightly, so early, so conflictingly. It’s a welcome break, even if it’s still a pressing pace that would leave most folks weary by midweek. Becky's able to spend the time she'd like working around the yard. The kids sit around the glow coming from the backyard fire pit at dusk. We talk as we kick a soccer ball around a circle. The kitchen is a gathering place of friends and, with it, necessary clutter. The grill, unused for the past eight months, is getting a workout. And even our summer-long family project—getting ready for Abby’s August wedding—seems more manageable in a summer state of mind.
WALK IN STEP WITH SUMMER. We’re slipping into summer. I perceive this as a good thing. It’s a state of being. It’s a condition of the mind and heart. Not a carelessness, it is more an intentional deliberateness and spacing. It is not taking it easy, but taking time for re-creation, re-formation, restoration, renewal, and relationships. Ignored or resisted in some cultures or by some households, I’m convinced that accepting and embracing summer is as important to relationships and health as it is to economies and spirituality. I hope you will recognize summer’s unique graces during these months. Perhaps the breakthroughs long-worked for will emerge serendipitously, surprisingly, graciously as you walk in step with summer.
[I wrote this in 2008]
John Franklin Hay
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA