Recent Musings:
Happy September.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Wow, it's September - thought I'd at least write to move us into the correct season here. Hard to believe Monday is the last "summer" holiday and things are moving toward a close - where has the year gone?
Life is up and down, consistently. Things are rarely stable or constant or continuous. I heard the pop song the other day with the lyrics "I'm 99 for a moment" and it struck me in a new way...yes, just for a moment do things last and then, they pass away. I'm steeped in the end of the season and finality is sitting on me....I have this ache to be outdoors, to soak up the fading heat of the sun while I can and enjoy the smell of the air as the leaves start turning and the nights grow damp and cool. I don't know what puts me in this aura - sometimes I think my body senses things are changing before my mind consciously grasps it and I find myself responding to that natural instinct. I rather enjoy it; it feels base, grounded, rooted in the passing of the seasons and in flow with the earth and her moods.
I was reading Cosmo the other day (which oddly, as a "woman's" magazine, only educates me on how to make men want me), and it taught me that staying in the moment with my man will keep things light and fun and flirty. While this certainly is not the goal of my existence, I liked being reminded to be in the moment, whether it helps with my man or not. Appreciate things AS THEY ARE, right now, not how they were yesterday or how you want them to be in the future, but currently, enjoy the sensations that are your life. I do this often with nature but rarely in relationships, with people or in my own life. I wonder if "for a moment" could satiate my desire for happiness, my need to enjoy this life that I'm living in the day-to-day. If I could only renew child-like reactions throughout the day, perhaps I would find myself enjoying people, conversations, myself so much more.
School's back in session and I sit typing by my open window, noticing a co-ed posse of 12 college students walking by, drinking beer and talking about as loudly as possible. As I watch, perplexed, the one not talking decides to start clapping. Odd. And noisy.
The night's cool and the apartment's like a small oven. Thank goodness for the window unit in the bedroom.