I have always been less than friendly with the summer, and here in the desert it has become nearly impossible to force myself from the house. I have a love/hate relationship with heat and humidity, and yet I am drawn to spend the warm summer days outside. For the last 6 years, we have always found our way to the park to spend a few hours under the shade of a tree, watching the children run and play and offer pinecones to the Faerie Tree. Unfortunately, with how hot it has been and due to recent developments, both healthwise and in regards to our situation, we have not made it to the park for our annual celebration of summer. I hope that we will be able to make it to the park tomorrow, even if it is in the early evening when the sun is setting.
I know that the solstice was a few days ago, yet I continue to feel the shifting energy as the days grow warmer and the weather moves closer to Monsoon. It isn’t quite Summer until there is thunder and lightning overhead.
We haven’t seen much adventure recently, which has lulled me into a darkness. Going out and seeing our little corner of the world, exploring new places, brightens my head and heart, and it is nice to get out of the house. So, with that being said, I have been trying to find beauty and magic in my mundane surroundings, which can be quite difficult some days. However, with clouds in the sky, the electric air all around me has been an inspiration.
We are all waiting, with bated breath, for the clouds to darken and the thunder to echo in the valley; for the flashes of lightning and the rivers of rain water that flow in our yards. The earth is parched, the trees stretch up with open arms begging the skies to open up and drench the ground.
As always, the sunsets are amazing here – but there is something about Monsoon that brings a sense of wonder to the skies, more than any other time of the year. There is a darkness, a sense of worry in those grey clouds, and yet there is the brightness of the sun hitting them, illuminating them in pinks and oranges and yellows and blues. Here in the San Pedro Valley, our sunsets are not as striking and sharp as the ones in northern Arizona – they are more gentle and soft, less like the sun cutting through the sky over the desert and more like a blanket being laid over the earth.
For the time being, I will continue working on doing crafts with the children, letting them be kids, because with everything that has been happening they need some sort of normalcy in their lives. I hope I can share some of their creations with you in the coming weeks.