It’s hot. Even though I live on an island and we have sea breezes some times, Martha’s Vineyard gets stuck in a weather pattern of 100% humidity.
Because it’s unusual only a few businesses and vacation homes have air conditioning, so “sticky” is the watch word across the vineyard when we are in a pattern like this.
The crowds that flock to the vineyard are smaller than usual this summer because of the changes going on in the economy. But in late August with the sticky weather, locals and visitors alike are having their attitudes pushed into negative flows with the traffic and rush of high season.
The Secret Service has been here for a while and people are a buzz with anticipation and consternation of the imminent arrival of President Obama and the first family.
Yesterday, it seemed that being hot and bothered came to a crescendo in all the faces and feelings of people moving through Oak Bluffs.
I heard a woman at the post office lament about the humidity, a father riding herd over three kids and dripping ice cream cones asking about where the press core would hold their briefings, a group of people having a heavy discussion about all the chaos dragging through the world…
Days like this pull you away from being upbeat and feeling connected to your inner muse. It seemed all my creativity and inspiration had melted into the humidity and the projects and work I needed them for were just as sticky as the heat.
With the sun down and the night settling in I noticed a shift in how I was feeling. The air had cooled a bit and as funny as it may sound the whole neighborhood seemed to tune back in. I sat in the dark on the deck and heard the sultry wail of a saxophone.
My neighbor, Cilla, exquisitely playing her sax. Usually there are lots of sounds around on a summer night. Now there was only the feeling of creativity and inspiration softly moving back into me and the neighborhood.
I grabbed my laptop to record the sweet sax in the summer evening. As I sat and listened it was such a nice reminder that we can choose to get bogged down in the hot and bother of life or we can choose to move to a rhythm that flows past the sticky notes and savors the sweet ones… I had the sense that everyone in the neighborhood, visitors and locals alike were savoring the sweet sounds of the sax and tapping back into their own spirited muse.
Take a moment to listen to a little of the sweet sounding sultry sax I recorded for you. [display_podcast]
Envision yourself sitting on a deck at night savoring the sweetness of your life.
Remind yourself that you choose not only which notes to listen to but which notes to play.
Enjoy.
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