seasons
May 25, 2016 § 8 Comments
This stretch of time between school and summer, days that feel like weeks for the weight of backpacks burdened with distracted longing for sleepy mornings and frivolous afternoons; it is a season to itself.
Even in our new home, where the expectations are uncertain for the unfamiliar terrain of potential distractions, the days feel like an echo of seasons past; the shape of our resistance to routine a performance of muscle memory.
Just two more sleeps, three full school days. One band lesson and three final exams. We can count our anticipation in endless combinations of responsibilities.
The next few days are predetermined, a tidy accounting of borrowed books and final assignments; classroom celebrations and yearbook exchanges. It is the days to come that pull our attention toward something else.
Unclaimed minutes to wander new sidewalks and explore new trails. Ice cream flavors to temper warm days and stargazing on cloudless evenings. Friendships that form poolside and sleepy afternoons lost to pages of a new book.
It is something more still, it is an ageless season of common ground. A time to remember our youth even as we savor the experience of our children’s childhood. Remember whens wrapped around new memories as they unfold.
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This piece is brilliant, thank you for sharing this, it literally brighten up my acads night. I am finishing my last requirements too, and as heavy as they are, I am already missing the old season that is withering away to give way to the new one. Cheers to the new beginnings! 😀
Thank you for such a generous compliment, you’ve brightened up my day with your kindness.
This is excellent! Love the poetic prose–a style I am working on myself.
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I took a quick peek at your blog and sincerely appreciate the honesty of your prose in an uncluttered layout. The whimsy of your site name is going to stick with me for a spell. Did I miss the story behind Whirly Squirrel?
Thanks so much, the positive feedback is very much appreciated.
My boyfriend, who is my best friend in the world, started calling me squirrel a while ago, then began finding ways to rhyme it (whirly squirrelly, etc.) He says I’m like a squirrel in that I’m small and a little nutty. (:
My hometown is also known as Tree City, and our logo is usually a black squirrel. So I thought it a perfect fit overall.
Just a suggestion, but work that playful insight into your about page or a separate post.
Well written Marie. It is a call we feel within, tempering our growth so that we see the changes within as we go through life’s adventures 🙂
Mindfulness and gratitude tempering the external rhythms of time. Thanks, Mark.