Summer time and lingering; these words come to mind, and to a posting yet again. The sense of lingering in community, in sacred space, in solitude, or round the table with laughter, tears and safety has been a rich gift I have received, and held this season. The gift of each experience has been entwined with the whispering of the Spirit that this is how one is meant to live. The tenderness of passion, not the rush of wants and needs, but instead the tenderness that speaks the truth of living and loving well with integrity, honesty and honor. Like the bouquet of fine wine, your senses know it and nudge you to savour it each time you raise that long stemmed clear glass is brought to your lips.
Lingering has been a blend of solitude and of spending time with those I have rich and deep friendships with, and that has seasoned this summer with beautiful surprising flavours.
