It’s been a busy two weeks since school was out and my last post. I’m always amused by people who think that teachers do nothing in the summer.
After over thirty years in the business I typically smile in response. I was born to teach. I recall gathering ‘the children’ to teach them songs at the neighborhood center my mother directed when I eight years old but now I understand the wisdom in rest and rejuvenation.
Cue. Summer. 
Lazy days. Grace-filled days. Family. Friends. Quiet solitude. Reflective. Laughter. Snapshots of Summer. 
I’ve given some thought to these warm, humid days. The naming and keeping.
Summer’s mystery isn’t always found
in the naming and keeping of
days but in cherishing the moments as they come.
Sometimes only our absence can deepen and cleanse our presence.
Sometimes it is better that we go away, for a day or for a season.
Making the reunion ever so sweet….
BethSings 