School, work and volunteer commitments call us from the water, mountains and farms where we lost ourselves this summer.
There’s been enough time between summer’s start and now to let my head clear and get me to stop twisting a strand of my hair, which I do when I’m ‘all nerved up,’ as Sophie’s says. I feel better now, do you?
I’m heading home. How will recalibration meet re-entry? Will the landing have any of the adrenalin I felt last Friday? When I landed in NYC after a draw-in-your-breath view of Manhattan hugging the Hudson, thrilled to be visiting my daughter Sarah? Or will it be more like the noisy, unsettling bumps my suitcase made as I pulled my bag down the LaGuardia airport steps?
There are more things I wonder about – like what’s my grace period on looking put-together after returning with sun-kissed hair and freckles? Will the sum total of this summer’s relaxation benefit my volunteer productivity?
What are your suggestions for re-entry?
For this new chapter, I wish you all well…