Summer of ’20

The Bow River, with Baker Park & Bowness Park on either side.

“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

“A little bit of summer is what the whole year is all about.”

John Mayer

“If you’re not barefoot, then you’re overdressed.”

Unknown

With the arrival of summer, do you have any plans for this summer?

51 years since the inception of that famed “Summer of ’69” song, may it be said and remembered that this summer was our summer.

This seasonal season has been greatly, long-awaited for, like the joyful anticipation of the awaiting during pregnancy. This is especially true of us who live north of the 62nd parallel. It’s where much of the last eight or so months have been lived enclosed in an ever-increasing, gruelling, and gloomy climate of winter. True, this year for us hasn’t been as bad as winter’s past, even without seeing a tremendous amount of that white stuff. It still seems far too long since seeing that good ‘ole green stuff. 

So, what are your summer plans?

In the midst of a much-needed and called-upon easing of restrictions, in the hopes of getting back to “normal.”

Remember that word – or time? It wasn’t that long ago, or so it seems.

Anyways, back to the joys of summer.

A few questions for you to ponder and reflect on and jot down on some paper:

What hopes do you have for this summer?

What dreams do you have for this summer?

What ideas do you have for this summer?

Take your time here. There is no rush. It is something to think about and consider upon, during any amount of time you can spare (which we all have plenty of these days) from when the sun rises or sets. 

The idea in this exercise is to simply awaken your heart and to increase the joy-bomb within your heart. To generate longing, to put it another way. 

The purpose is in the anticipation of goodness upon your soul. Think of it as an opportunity to shift and change your focus in this political and economic climate, like a sailboat changing its direction to go with the wind at its back…and to really let loose and just go!

It’s an invitation to invoke the tangible and the real; to create the memories that will undeniably sustain us through the next winter months ahead.   

When the golden colours of fall skirt across the lake, will you be content leaving summer in its wake?

Summer flowers in bloom at Baker Park.

“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”

Henry James

“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”

John Lubbock

“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explode, and every sunset is different.”

John Steinbeck

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