TS Eliot

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

Finally.

I had that summer feeling I'd been missing for months...that peaceful bliss of a day well-spent in heart, mind, and body.

My heart...I am clear on so many things now, and have reached a different state of understanding and acceptance, and finally, gratitude. I still have so much love but now I can spread it out a bit. My friends and family have been on the receiving end, and you, my dear, are still so large in my heart; but I have placed a silk ribbon on this page and have closed the book for now. For now. I gave so much love today in word, in thought, and in deed, and it felt beautiful.

My mind...I restarted a book I had gotten a good bit into but had forgotten ... Anais Nin...and got even further in by being transfixed by both the fictive and meta-fictive aspects. I floated around the sunlit pool in a turquoise suit on a turquoise raft below a cerulean sky, utterly undistracted for hours.

My body...I threw open the doors and windows around 8:30 tonight and ran up for a quick shower before dinner. I stood in the hot stream, lathering the rich red currant soap until the room was filled with spicy steam, dried off, and threw on a loose button-down oxford before heading downstairs. I stood at the kitchen counter adjacent to the back door, slicing soft juicy peaches into a cool porcelain bowl. The crickets and peepers sang ardently, everyone cooing and calling, and the breeze slipped in and over my warm clean skin like a kiss. It was the absolute summer feeling: all of my senses engaged, all of my joy unfolding.