As an educator, I look forward to summer off every year. It is one of the perks. THE perk! At this stage in my life, though I’m not paid for days I don’t work, I am glad to trade the lower salary for the time off. It’s great, wonderful, and a huge blessing.
The most consistent delight I get from summer off is coffee. I’m not a coffee drinker except for the morning. I enjoy my 2 cups to the max though. I look forward to the entire ritual. The best part is knowing that I will have time to drink it. No guzzling at the last minute as I head out the door. I have time to sit and savor, and come alive with the day peacefully.
I love setting up my little coffee bar every morning. I get the spoon rest ready, the creamer filled, and I select the mug of the day. I have some wonderful mugs and I rotate them out depending on my mood and the feel of the mug in my hand as I lift it to sip the aromatic nectar of life. I tune in to my Pandora channel, either Mozart or Chopin and get some soft instrumental classical music going in the background. The pleasant notes from a violin or a comforting thread from a mournful cello waft outward from the computer to the air to my ears and settle me into a zone that only comes in summer, or Saturday mornings. All is dark, but the dawn is not far away. Aurora’s rosy fingers are already stretching across the sky, ready to lift the sun into position.
My home and my mind is flooded with peace.
The next best thing about summer is my bed. In summer, my bed is a pal that has come to visit and stay a while. In work time it’s a transient visit from a hurried friend, or a butterfly, landing and fleeting away all too soon. Aww, sleep, we hardly knew ye! Come back!
But summer! I lay down on this soft, level, but lush horizontal world, ready to skip lightly along the shores of Lake Morpheus, soon to plunge in and lose my consciousness in an enveloping snug.
It’s not that I “sleep late.” No. I awaken between 4:30 and 5:30 every day, summer or winter. Here I am today, now, at 5:30 making coffee, at 5:45 settling down at my desk writing this. It’s that I’m not governed by the clock. If I awaken at 4:30, I can get up, or not get up. I laugh at the clock, so demanding at other times of the year, but sheepishly hiding its glowing face from me in the wee hours of summer. It knows. It knows it has no power, no pull, no drag. I look at the clock and decide, appeal to the cloud puffs of sleep to allow me another half hour of sweet drowsing, or blow away the last ephemeral wisps of slumber and rise from my bed to enjoy the day! Ah, decisions!
A third thing I love about summer is that my mind is so alert during summer, not dulled by overstimulation of colors, noise, clamor, and more noise. Such is the life at school. They are good noises- happy sounds of children laughing, bells punctuating the progress of time, colors of construction paper, books, and backpacks stuffed with stuffed animals. But nonetheless, clamor intruding on a mind unready to deal with anything but a limited amount, yet dealing with a copious amount. Arriving home from school each day I have to take time to recover. Recovery time is not conducive to reading time.
But ah, summer! I can read in the quietude, alert and absorbing all I care to absorb. Yesterday I spent in contemplation, reading, prayer, and learning. I researched for my blog, I read in stunned awe of the concepts better authors have set before me in print. I took notes, lots of notes. The school calendar year is the life of the child; fast, emotional, educationally oriented. The life of summer is slow, academic, devotionally oriented.
What is your favorite season, and why? Fall with its crispness? Winter with its family holidays? Spring with a sense of renewal?