The fireflies in my back yard are one a favorite summer sensation and my 18-month old grandson is fascinated by them.
Summer is a mixed blessing of work and rest this year. I've recently added six new teacher and about 12 new classes to the schedule at my yoga studio. While this is an absolutely wonderful blessing, it comes at the beginning of summer, which happens to be a very slow season for yoga. Everyone else is off enjoying their family and vacationing and I'm hoping my new teachers don't get discouraged before fall rolls around. It's actually a good season for working on developing teaching skills and new classes.
The change in my teaching schedule, as a result of all these new additions is quite nice. I am actually finding some time to write again. Hooray!
My husband and I have a few trips planned. We'll be in Minnesota toward the end of the month with my younger son and his family. June is the only sensible time to go to Minnesota! Of course, I'm looking forward to playing with grands.
Then in July we'll be at the beach with my older son and his family. Again, joyfully full of grandchildren.
It's more than enough to fill my summer to the brim.
More Than Enough
by Marge Piercy
The first lily of June opens its red mouth.
All over the sand road where we walk
multiflora rose climbs trees cascading
white or pink blossoms, simple, intense
the scene drifting like colored mist.
The arrowhead is spreading its creamy
clumps of flower and the blackberries
are blooming in the thickets. Season of
joy for the bee. The green will never
again be so green, so purely and lushly
new,
All over the sand road where we walk
multiflora rose climbs trees cascading
white or pink blossoms, simple, intense
the scene drifting like colored mist.
The arrowhead is spreading its creamy
clumps of flower and the blackberries
are blooming in the thickets. Season of
joy for the bee. The green will never
again be so green, so purely and lushly
new,
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Oh, I envy you those fireflies. I miss that harbinger of summer from my childhood in Oklahoma. Love how your summer is filled to the brim with the magic of fireflies and the joy of your grands.
ReplyDeleteMy brother and I were recently sitting outside at a Mexican restaurant and we saw a firefly. He caught it in his hands and exclaimed, "I haven't lost my touch." Oh, the memories of fireflies in summer. We always called them Lightning Bugs.
ReplyDeletewe stagger into you... I love how sensual this poem is! Thank you, Doraine. And congratulations on the growing studio! How exciting to see that little seed bloom. Enjoy those grands. Precious times! xo
ReplyDeleteI'm so pleased that you'll again have time for writing, Dori! Enjoy the time away from your studio and with your littles. (And the Marge Piercy poem sure is delicious!)
ReplyDeleteDori, I wish I was near you to join your studio. Classes in my yoga studio have been reduced for the summer and I wish for additional times that work for me. Gentle yoga has been such a blessing since I have tendonitis of the shoulder. It is helping me regain strength and opening up areas that are tight. Have a wonderful summer with the grandchildren and the poem you chose is so full of the beauty of June. I love the 1st stanza, especially these words: red mouth, cascading, the scene drifting like colored mist.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love that poem! My OLW is ENOUGH, and it's true - I really do have MORE than ENOUGH.
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