The gentle rain this morning is a welcome reprieve from the heat that settled over Chicago throughout the weekend. In this old house, the humidity descends like a cloud so thick that the wooden floorboards even cease to creak. Slowing down was hardly a choice and the cats were in an anguished search for the coolest place in the house. Perhaps three fans were a little much for my smallish studio, but the 87 degrees in the rest of the house felt refreshing when I'd pause my craft reorganization.
As I enter this newest season, centering is most necessary. I've spent these past few days cultivating space in order to find my rhythm. My newest job boasts a schedule that could be quite ideal and my hope is to wake in the morning (sans alarm) with the space laid out to awaken and write, drink tea and send my lovey off to work, prepare lunch and leisurely ride my bike the two miles to work. When I return in the afternoon, my hope is to spend a couple hours crafting, head to yoga, be home in time to enjoy dinner with Jimmyredhed and our newest community member, Alice.
In these coming days, I'm embracing a new season, a new schedule, new opportunity.