Kinds of Honey

Summer is so much intensity. Heat, people, pouring sunshine, gardens demanding water and weeding, animals thirsty and shade-seeking.

There is great fun in summer – brightness, discovery, and a raucous kind of play, play, play outside! But it also comes with a push that, for some of us, needs to be ducked away from now and again.

Sunday mornings become the place to find cool and quiet.

This one was a slow walk in tall boots, a slight breeze, moss and muddy water at the lake’s edge.

Sometimes you have to look for what you need, to remember your right to it, to find the space and the time somewhere in the week for a place beautiful and damp and cool and still.

Having a jar of coffee in hand doesn’t hurt. A companion happy to splash in the water doesn’t, either.

This Sunday prayer seems to be hanging in the air around me. A Creator’s creation offering what I need: trees bending in the breeze, scattered sun over the water, and the soaking-wet, frolicking gladness of a good dog.

Tagged: Christianity, dog, earth, summer