In a recent yoga class, the teacher suggested a meditation on the idea of enough. Not scrimping but having what you need. The opposite of greedy excess. Just enough. I’ve been thinking about that often in this odd summer of highs and lows.
In June, much of what I’d longed for during the long, oppressive COVID winter seemed within reach.
Summer’s simple pleasures beckoned. Sunup at 5:30, sunset after 9:00. Walking early. Flowers everywhere. I’d plant my vegetable garden, visit the farmers market, and go to the beach.
Even better, I could be with family and friends easily, outdoors. Take a modest driving vacation.
I could contemplate more ambitious plans like visiting my siblings and extended family in Ohio and Wisconsin after two years apart because of COVID.
We had the joy of our younger son’s June wedding and the afterglow of our older son’s May wedding.
So many good things!
As June turned to July, those big helpings of happiness were tempered by sobering swallows of reality. High temperatures and humidity smothered the Twin Cities for weeks on end. Walking and gardening became chores I scheduled for early morning or close to sunset when the air was cooler and the breeze picked up a little.
The beach, farmers market, and outdoor gatherings with family, book group, and my writers’ groups remained carefree and fun despite the weather.
July’s high heat and drought shrank Minnehaha Creek and crisped lawns. Hazy smoky air from western and northern wildfires shrouded the Twin Cities. What have we done to the climate? Why aren’t we doing something about it??
Less visible but equally scary was the delta variant’s arrival. “Maybe we’ll need to wear masks again,” became “Damn. We have to mask up.” With that realization came the sludge of past fears and present worries about risk. Ugh.
While driving to see family in Wisconsin and Ohio, I’ve been masked and careful. Hugging them and talking naturally—in person, like pre-COVID—has felt so good. I’m so grateful we’re all still here.
As August swings into September, the weather has moderated a bit, but distant wildfires are still burning and the delta variant is more widespread. My worries about climate and health persist and I consider: have the summer’s highs outweighed the lows? Have they been enough? For me, yes. It’s hard to argue with the joy of happily married sons, the addition of wonderful daughters-in-law, or the pleasure of sharing a good meal with the family I’ve missed. All’s not right with the world, but my portion of well-being is enough.
Well captured, Ellen.
Thank you for the lovely words of peace and acceptance
Thank you for reading
It’s been a wild ride this summer, hasn’t it? We did enjoy a brief mask-less six weeks June 1st, before the bubble burst and we found ourselves a few steps back. Vaccinations give a modicum of comfort, but no longer the magic bullet we were hoping for, alas. We may get sick, but hopefully, will recover without a trip to the hospital! So many worries, but I just have to focus on the good things and the little gifts that crop up every day. My pets make me smile and the garden is such a happy place, I’m fortunate to have them.
Nice to see your post, Ellen, take care and may you and yours stay healthy.
I agree with your focus on the good things—and my gardens definitely are one of them!