In my travels and my fatigue I forgot it was the longest day until JOn reminded me of such on our walk this afternoon. I love the longest day. I love summer time and my favorite thing about winter solstice is that it is the slow climb, minute by minute that leads us to here. I do love summer. I do the heat and the green, and the wind in from the west. I do love the sweat and the weeds and the lawn mowers here and there, the sprinklers and bicycles, the gardens growing and even the snakes by the compost pile. I love it.
And as we move into the final days of this thirty day blog-o-scape, I hope you remember one thing: there are many things we can leave to chance- the powerball, the weather, duck hunt game at the county fair, the drawing for that fancy camper van on the facebook, the picking names for a gift exchange, but besides all that above all that, there’s one thing we do not leave to chance and that is what we think of this crazy thing called life and what we think about ourselves and what we’re doing here.
Our lives and our stories may take twists and turns into parts unknown, but we can always have decided ahead of time to be the starring role in our own stories, to be the heroes on this quest and to believe we get to choose the ways in which we define ourselves and our paths. It is not up to world to tell us who we are. It is up to us to know our identities and let the world catch up or not. We’re amazing and so is this one life we live. WE get to do as we will with what we’ve got. On this longest day, we consider the long and the short of every heart beat, prayer, dream and journey. We take seriously the worth seeping through every minute and hour of this one wondrous life and decide to do it all on purpose. At the end we will be able to give account of exactly where the time went. Have a great longest day.