The Hot Season

Summer is hittin’ different each season, each year I grow older. For the longest time it felt like I couldn’t get goin’ in my favorite season…but being the late bloomer I am in life I found a way to embrace it. I got back into my habit of layin’ out in the pool half nude (a habit I have loved since I was a young teen, I have never been one to like wearing much clothing) with sunscreen on and the UV index not as high cuz really I was chasin’ a seratonin and dompamine in it, not a tan. I was slowly gettin’ my plants indoors and outdoors alike to do what I wanted….finding a new exercise groove, etc….

Then a hard heatwave hit coupled with some much needed music travel and that crashed my vibration a bit. The pool is too hot to get into unless you add a few bags of ice (though I still may attempt this evening just to give it a good clean out). Most of my roses have died from the sun rayin’ to hard on them. My indoor plants have reacted to the a/c being on and it turns out some of them were not a fan. They died too. And while the music travel was great it still takes my system awhile to bounce back.

So, I sit in the office with a diffuser blend of peppermint, lemon and vetiver goin’…groovin’ to Jenny Lewis (for starters, move on with Tiny Desk concerts on YouTube) and trying to convince myself to move this hot ass of a day, week, summer. I am by no means ready to say good-bye to summer but I do miss some 80 degree weather. I tell myself I can tackle my to-do list later when the sun is down and energy is even more restless.

I have no real point of where I am going in this blog post. I only want to push my energy to later write what is really on my mind. Something or someone is always on my mind. The words are there, but my action to type it out is either holding that lazy summer vibe or the fear most won’t understand what the fuck I am saying. Because in the end, I always feel that way….whether it is summer to another season…words (or my actions behind them) fall on deaf ears.

Peace out while I check the heat index to tend to my plants and pool, turn the tunes up and hold gratitude for the rest of these hot days. Or just get on my prana mat. May you be stayin’ cool, hydrated and all the other good shit you be wantin’ this swelterin’ season…..