be here now, august.

Today marks the final day in a mental cycle I have, you could say. It's the last day of august, according to our modern calendars. Most will scoff or scowl that it is now time to admit the waning of summertime. Tomorrow is the first day of September, and I found myself smelling it on the wind while on my bicycle ride into work this morning. I hear it now, in the chirruping of the finches and tattling of the crows, and the morning droning stretches of the cicada outside my window.

Though I struggle to hide my excitement for the coming seasonal changes, I must remember (as I nearly never do) to be present. It's still summer, you know.

All of the seasons offer a chance to breath in deeply the essential offerings they bring. Might this be said of the seasons of the year as the stages of life, as well? 

Julia would scold me for reminding her of the fleeting season, but now and again I catch myself looking forward to the autumn. This is okay, in morderation! I have learned that it's good to appreciate the future when the future arrives, otherwise our future floats, stared-at and overhead while time passes by unnoticed and unused.

So, here is a list of basic things you might consider doing soon:

• plan your last beach trip (be sure to swim! A little water will do you well.)
• while your at it, pack up a picnic, complete with blanket, summer salads, and company.
• Observe nature. Many birds and insects thrive in summer, consider those!
• go on a bike ride (though, this doesn't have to stop after summer.)
• read. Cram in your final book of summer reading! (...not just for men.)
• Observe the stars. Bid these guys farewell.
• Shorts. Wear them before they are no longer needed.
• Eat. Many of the best foods will be slowly showing up as we drift into September!

I hope that you enjoy yourself and others on this last day of the month. Don't forget to rabbit rabbit!

down time, but not down.

what's time for?
Mondays and Tuesdays are currently my and Julia's weekend (Julia is my much beloved girlfriend and friend of four years. You'll know more about her sometime.) Rarely does our apartment stay occupied on these days, but as for yesterday and today, we stayed rightly put.  More importantly, I've caught a glimpse of something very valuable, and is arguably becoming our most precious resource- time (and the simplicity of making it matter)!

effort not ill-spent
You see, to prepare for the "storm" that was supposed to have hit the eastern coast over the real weekend, I had spent time in the kitchen, preparing a couple of loaves of bread and other things that wouldn't need to be cooked to eat. Since the storm had no lasting effect on Portland, we could now thoroughly enjoy the fruits of our labor. All across our "weekend", we could not help but appreciate the simplicity of having no plans other than enjoying what we could reach for.

• Simple and slow breakfast, followed by tea and coffee.
• Light conversation allowed for breathing and laughing.
• co-preparing a meal for dinner was wonderful, and I'd recommend all couples do this once in a while. 
• Yesterday, I wrote a letter to a family member, who may otherwise not get much mail.
• Doing small chores like dishes, I kept an attitude of care and gratefulness. I was surprised how enjoyable their washing was!
• picnic today, in hopes of milking the last of the cloudless days in the season of the bee.

These are small things that might happen in any life. Yet I've drawn more satisfaction from today and yesterday than I might have all the live-long summer. We are quite poor, though I can't imagine a life much better.

mistaking the finger for the moon

On another note, I suppose there is one thing I'd like to say today. I understand that there is much commotion these days surrounding minimalists and minimalism. I would not call myself a minimalist. Though I strive to detach from things that our world produces, I'd like to say that minimalism should be the moon, and not the finger it is quite often mistaken for. It isn't good to obsess and compete about the things one owns, neither how much or how little. Minimalism inspires and drives many facets of my life, and I am appreciative of that. It is a marvelous tool that I may use to trim away the things that would otherwise cloud my vision or judgement, but it is my belief that becoming a minimalist should not be the goal.

When you choose to walk up one of two roads, you ought to consider a couple of things: which one looks more enjoyable or easier, and what effect might you feel from either one? You don't necessarily say, "this road is IT! I am finally on this road, my traveling is done!" No, I think the conditions of that road are what shape the experience of the road. If you'll pardon a simple road analogy, you'll see that my point is that it's easy to become captured by your own lifestyle and become caught up in universalizing everything. It's here that minimalism could be used well to remove that from your way. It has taken me a very long time to come to that, and was inspired by an essay by Mike Donghia.

I realize that there are noble and ignoble qualities to minimalism, as there are to virtually everything. It's wonderful because it may be the only tool that fixes itself over time, much like we do to ourselves!

to begin...

You've found my first post. Maybe you're new to the blog, or maybe you've decided to start at the beginning, as I am now! Either way, you're most welcome. While you're here, maybe I could interest you in the very successful blog of my lady.

Jeeze, Julia!