Something happened on my birthday in July. This year I threw myself a party. You know you can do that don’t you? Don’t wait for someone to throw you one…do it yourself and be fab!
It was a magical midsummer night’s eve. An adult version of a kids’ party: a long table studded with flowers in tiny vases, flickering votives, sequins tossed about, streamers winding in amongst the flowers and candles, games with prizes and party favors. Gourmet pizza and fine Italian wine. A spell was cast. A month has passed and it feels like a year. I experienced a shift in time, in perception, in depth. Life: saturated. Each day passing rapidly in slow motion, filled with meaning, time, space, activity. Even the “boring” days. This new depth of living was my gift.
One of the things I did this summer was devour the History Channel’s “The Vikings.” Oh my. After I got past the first 15 minutes of violence I was hooked. I had never even considered the Vikings before and now I’m studying all things Viking and planning a trip to Scandinavia. I must have been a Viking — so viscerally did I respond to the ambientation. When the longboats appeared I felt a familiarity in my soul. The food they ate, the clothes, the climate, the beauty, the miserableness, the peace and violence coexisting as it does today.
What struck me deeply is how the series portrayed the Vikings living so in touch with nature and the supernatural. They listened to and believed in their dreams. They were receptive to their visions and paid attention to signs and premonitions. To sit on a boulder on top of a mountain staring across the fjord, watching the cloud formations and coming back with a revelation forged in the fresh air. Signs are everywhere, in how the birds fly or in the chill wind that blows at the wrong moment. They allowed themselves to savagely wallow in the bigger mysteries of life.
I, who am as attached to my mobile as anyone finds this greatly appealing. I don’t want technology to suck the life out of my life.
So I’m returning to the birds and the clouds.To let nature speak to me and guide me. To take dictation from my dreams. I want to mythologize the experience of my life. Yes, a saga.
These are my end-of-summer thoughts. Summer: lived and loved. Bring on the fall!