It’s 104 degrees outside and it’s barely 10 am. Even by Palm Spring’s standards, this is a heat wave for late spring.
I like this deep, dry heat. You’d think it would singe my nostrils when I breathe in, but it feels intensely purifying. Like it burns away all the excess stress and distractions weighing my mind down, leaving me to see and think clearly. I feel unexpectedly free, present, and grounded (something that is rare these days when I combine two kids, sleepless nights, and ever-present technology).
I needed this desert detox to counter the persistent feeling of overstimulation, or what I imagine little kids feel when they are overwhelmed with color, noise, and fatigue. It’s like an inner vibration that I can’t turn off, which has made it difficult to communicate/compute anything of importance lately. And it’s forcing me to examine my role documenting our lives versus living it without some sort of permanent online record. Consequently, I have a major case of writer’s block, er, paralysis.
Somehow the heat exposed this gnawing inner voice, allowing me to really pay attention and hear it. Right now, I need to teach swim lessons, not photograph them. I need to hold hands under the covers instead of thinking about an inbox that is always full. I need to make inspired dinners instead of pinning them. I need to read real books. Call old friends. Write with pen and paper. And I need to entertain these inner desires when they surface, not just on the weekends.
I am going to work really hard to keep this promise to myself. Any tips?
~ The Other Sarah