The First Saturday of Summer
The first Saturday of summer in the heart. Maple has claimed her sunny patch. Let the season actually land on you today.
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The first Saturday of summer in the heart. Maple has claimed her sunny patch. Let the season actually land on you today.
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Late May: the peak of it. Everything doing what it waited all winter to do. Go find what's blooming. It's probably closer than you think.
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The middle of a three-day weekend is rare: nothing pulling from either direction. Be in it. Don't rush through it.
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Anticipation is a pleasant thing until we burn it all up before the thing arrives. Let today be today first.
Read More →Maple goes out with an agenda consisting entirely of: let's see what happens. There's a Saturday philosophy in there.
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You don't need an actual farmer's market to have a farmer's market Saturday. You just need the spirit: unhurried, close-up, and present.
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We're good at noticing when things are hard. We're less practiced at noticing when things are just fine. Today, let fine be enough.
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The temptation at the end of a month is to rush toward the next one. But rushing means missing the last of what this one had in it.
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The best poetry and the best daily practice are after the same thing — making you see what's already there.
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