With this day, I hold that my summer has officially started.
"Been around the whole world, still ain't seen nothing like my neighborhood. And of all the fancy satins and silks, my white cotton feels so good. Search high and low for a place where I can lay my burdens down. Ain't nothing in the world like the peace that I have found..."
As I sit on the front porch watching the slow, silent, and damn near deserted place that is suburbia... I can honestly say that it feels good to have nothing on my plate. I usually thrive on an agenda: the need to have a time and a place to be. I suppose it makes me feel as if I have a purpose. This usually manifests itself in a flurry of meetings, organizations, and extracurricular activities. Last summer this meant not only was I working 40 hrs a week at the YMCA with those lil bas ass kids that I loved so much, but I was also slaving at Banana Republic, and volunteering at the Literacy volunteers in my spare time. I was busy, but I was never bored and never broke.
But right now feels somewhat different. I don't have anywhere to be, nor anyone to be with, at any point in time. (At least for these next 3 weeks). It's kind of nice to just be able to sit. And think. And watch. And listen. And write. Maybe this'll be the summer that I get a headstart on that book I swear lays dormant inside me. Why not.
India.Arie and Mirah are where I am in my life right now, and I think that's a beautiful thing:
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