When May arrives, we eat popsicles – every day.
The heat settles over the grass and lingers. The pavement is scorching to our bare toes. Our cheeks are rosy. Our lips are chapped. The local news station tweeted that we may reach 100 degrees on Friday.
This is the time of year when we always talk about moving. We thirst for a cool breeze, a cloudy sky.
But this year…that restlessness seems more intense. This year, it’s something beyond the weather. Deep. Stirring. Something.
We contemplate new ways of serving, of giving, of BE-ing. We look behind us – and squint ahead of us.
More than a quarter of our lives are behind us already – perhaps more. How will we spend these next years? How can we make them matter most? These are the questions Tim & I talk about, as we stroll together every evening in the golden glow of the Arizona sunset.
What are summers like where you live? Do you eat popsicles (and, if so, do you have a good recipe?)? What dreams are rumbling in your heart?