Mid-summer isn’t a moment. It’s not a feeling. Summer tastes like it’s own season.
Seasonal Love, mid-summer, is a pause to realize where we are in the year.
August 6 is the midpoint between June 21 summer season kick-off and the start of fall on the same day in September.
Summer’s taste buds tingle with the peach burrata moment I just scarfed down. As I head back for seconds, stabbing each slice of cheese, arugula, and fruit, I skip the pesky tomatoes I can get year-round. I’ll be waiting for my August garden tomatoes instead.
Why are summer fresh peaches so intensely good? Is it the sun’s brightness expanding our eyes to the orange hues of the fuzzy skin and the layers of sweetness underneath it? The smell of a ripe stone fruit is subtle and warm when uncut.
A fresh peach, cut into segments, is easy to slice to the pit — my hand moving along the round edges as the knife sections the sphere. Hearing the peaches hit the bowl, framing the burrata like an art installation, is the messy structure that I live in every single day.
Summer’s heat is the fruition — pun intended — of the seedlings of spring, when nothing made sense quite yet. Celebrating summer might mean the deadline you hit, the promotion taking you to new heights, or the committee you joined to rebuild the local library. A Summer Season win can be using your intuition more, or using the grill every night so you can give the over a break.
Stringy, gooey burrata with the purest salt meets the peaches’ bold color. Adding anything to those ingredients is electric.
Balsamic glaze, white pepper, tomatoes and basil or pesto, a bit of basil olive oil, or just plain salt is the way to help me taste summer.
I’m not a chef or a foodie, but this is a season on a plate to me.
Do you have a summer taste? Is a sense easier to find than a feeling?
Feelings are moving all around us, mirroring the undercurrent of our energy centers.
I cannot always access the words to describe my vibrations or sentiments.
A bite of beach pizza.
The sound of a summer reggae mix.
The touch of soft, sugary sand.
The smell of tennis courts after rain.
Describe the taste of your favorite first bite you’ve had so far.
What memory does that evoke?
In mid-summer:
What do you want to notice more of for the next 46 days?
Who or what can help you drop into that sensation?
If you’re craving support, Clarity, or grounded connection during this peak season, I invite you to experience Reiki attuned to your summer energy.