Late summer Sunday in Montreal

It's a sunny, perfectly-temperatured day here in Montreal.  I woke up rested and relaxed to quiet Sunday sounds outside the window and a soft, cool breeze that would occasionally rush up my nose and into my lungs.

My new husband and I normally get up at different times ( I won't tell you who is the early riser and who is the snooze master), but this morning we lazed and set the tone for what would be a relaxing, obligation-free Sunday.

I made eggs, we watched the last half of an episode of 'Orange is the new Black' and then we decided to play noon tennis.  We've been playing a lot this summer and it's very hard to beat this guy in a game.  Hours of tennis lessons, streetwise sensibility and my frightening grimace weren't enough to keep him from destroying me.  It was a struggle hitting that sucker, I kept making silly mistakes and the worse I played the more upset it made me, until I literally wept a little tear (or 5) on the tennis court.

I'm not known for being the best sport and it really sucks losing over and over again to someone that you want to see you as awesome.

But of course this isn't really about tennis is it?

I think as summer comes to a close (and when it closes in Montreal, it does NOT re-open for another 8 months, which comes to think of it is over half of Piper's prison sentence in 'Orange is the New Black'),
I feel restless and thoughtful.  Not in a nice way.  In a sad way.  In a what am I doooooooing way.  In a yes-i-may-be-having-a-pity-party-but-i-can't-help-it-way.  Because nothing is really wrong, but something just feels so shifting.  so uncomfortable.  It makes me want jameson on the rocks.  Maybe for you it's a pint cookies and cream ice cream, or running a half marathon, or ironing all the bed sheets in your linen closet, but for me it is jameson on the rocks and I don't reaaally want that.  Not when I'm trying to heal my persistent throat issued and go off my medication.  Not when I'm preparing my body for a little bundle of husband and wife-ness.

So I've been turning to meditation as much as possible, and just trying to get through this shifting thing as present as possible.  There is a 21-day meditation challenge that begins on September 10th.  Breathing is good. Clearing the mind of clutter is good. For me, I find if I keep my heart open to learning, then meditation always leads to the next bright, peaceful, summery space.

all the love,
Tasha