It’s that time of year again — the languorous days of summer. Don’t you just love that word? I had to look it up to be sure it means what I imagine it does. To be languorous is to be dreamy, lackadaisical, and unhurried. When someone is languorous, she's lying around, daydreaming, soaking in the beauty of nature, possibly fanning herself lazily. Sound self-indulgent? Absolutely! And as the long days of summer arrive and the graceful white egrets return to fish in the pond, languorous sounds wonderful.
When we were kids summer meant less structure, less calendar, and less routine? I'm recreating it — time for introspection, time for slow adventure, and time for reinvention. And that also means freedom from deadlines. So I'm letting go of writing this weekly blog until fall arrives. September 3rd sounds like a good date to resume.
In the meantime my wonderful friends, here’s hoping you too enjoy time for yourself this summer. Languorous or not, I will miss you.