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Six Ways to Go Old School This Summer

IMG_6539For most of the year, we’re in a rush.

We’re filling up our calendars. We’re accomplishing. We’re wearing ourselves out.

Instant gratification takes too long.

—Carrie Fisher

But in the summer, we seem to do one important thing right: we slow down. It’s the time of year when we reconnect with ourselves and others. We take vacations. Breathe. Enjoy our lives.

And then, in the blink of an eye, it’s over, and we spend the rest of the year looking forward to our next summer vacation.

This summer, let’s take an opportunity to slow down a few days a week—and then take some of these habits into the rest of the year.

Six Ways To Go Old School

When it comes to relishing my life, my mantra is “go old school.”

Here are six old-school ways to help bring back the magic of childhood and reconnect with ourselves, our friends, and our family. Have old-school practices that bring back your childhood and make you feel centered? Please add them as comments.

  1. Have family dinner at least once a week. Light a candle to make the meal feel special. Eat slowly. Sit around the table after the meal and visit.
  2. Walk barefoot. On the grass. In the sand. At home.
  3. Ride your bike instead of driving. Walk to dinner. Stop by a neighbor’s house on the way home and visit.
  4. Go on a picnic. I like to bring a picnic basket for the sheer romance of it, but you can just bring a blanket and a sandwich if you want. And when summer is over, move the picnic indoors. I turn off all the lights and picnic in front of my fireplace.
  5. Put down your electronic devices and play cards.
  6. Build a campfire. Sit around and tell stories, sing, or play games.

 

 

 

Rituals for Healing

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It was,

like an old friend at a high school reunion,

unrecognizable at first.

 

Those I love

had assured me

that it existed.

 

And so,

day

after

day,

I trusted the rituals I knew

would save me.

 

I walked

the treads of my shoes smooth.

Wrote in my journal,

crying myself dry.

Surrounded the tub with candles

And soaked my deadened soul.

 

I trusted the process. Believed,

even when

I had no faith.

 

And then, joy made its way to me,

held my hand,

and asked me to dance.