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Wild and Woolly Wordplay

by Joyce McGreevy on September 24, 2018

A red panda in Wellington, New Zealand reminds the writer that animal idioms continues to influence everyday language. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Red pandas, like this one at the Wellington Zoo, New Zealand, have influenced human language.
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Animal Idioms Around the World

Animal idioms have burrowed into everyday wordplay since Moses was a pup. It doesn’t take a fisheye lens to get the picture. Animal words prowl the planet.

You don’t have to be a bookworm or wear a deerstalker hat to ferret out examples. A simple mouse click ponies up swarms of animal buzzwords.

Fledgling Phrases

Animal idioms are cross-cultural and nest in every language. Some are as timeless as a phoenix rising from the ashes. Others are newly hatched.

A quail in California reminds the writer that animal names and animal idioms influence everyday language. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Bird idioms abound, so don’t quail. Have a lark and let wordplay take flight!
(Carmel, California)
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Consider the Red Panda Effect

People who experience this condition see things that aren’t there or misidentify what they do see. The term goes back to 1978 when a red panda escaped from a German zoo. People reported hundreds of sightings—long after the red panda had been found.

Seems our brains construct what we expect to see. Hence, the Red Panda Effect. Proving that’s what red all over isn’t always black and white.

Giraffe Language

Quick—what sound does a giraffe make? I don’t know either, but Giraffe Language is changing the way humans speak across cultures.

A giraffe in Wellington, New Zealand reminds the writer that animal names, idioms, and terms, such as Giraffe Language, influence everyday language. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

In French, peigner la giraffe (“combing the giraffe”) is to do a
pointless task. But that’s a horse of a different color. 
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Giraffes have the biggest hearts of any land animal, a fact that inspired psychologist Marshall Rosenberg. As the founder of the Center for Nonviolent Communication, Rosenberg explored two genres of interpersonal communication:

  • Giraffe Language, the language of requests, respect, and compassion, and
  • Jackal Language, the language of demands, insults, and self-interest.

I hope we’ll consider that the next time we tweet or retweet.

A giraffe and an antelope in Wellington, New Zealand remind the writer that animal names, idioms, and terms, such as Giraffe Language, influence everyday language. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

We needn’t be birds of a feather to flock together, or animals of the same stripe to bond.
(Wellington, New Zealand)
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Weasel Words

Weasel words are all about evasion. They allow the user to avoid giving clear answers, so one might think this term reflects weasels’ ability to navigate tight spaces. In fact, weasel words come from an unproven belief that weasels can suck the insides out of an egg without affecting the shell.

Otters in Wellington, New Zealand remind one that animal idioms, animal names, and animal traits inspire everyday language, including wordplay. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

What member of the weasel family is as slippery as an eel? You otter know.
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Classic examples of weasel word language include:

  • “Research shows” (without citing data)
  • “This product is 30% better” (compared to what?)
  • “somewhat” or “in most respects” (kinda-sorta-maybe, or maybe not)
A meerkat in Wellington, New Zealand reminds the writer that animal names inspire everyday wordplay. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Weasel-like meerkats are neither weasels nor cats, nor mere. (Wellington, New Zealand)
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Busy as a Lizard?

Animal traits are often used to describe humans. Accordingly, someone can be as proud as a peacock, slippery as an eel,  hungry as a horse, stubborn as a mule, graceful as a gazelle, and drunk as a skunk—though rarely all at once.

Some animal comparisons are less clear. In Australia, the equivalent of being “busy as a bee” is to work “flat out like a lizard drinking.” Huh?

It has to do with how rapidly lizards dart their tongues when drinking water. Oh, I see: Animal idioms can really take you down a rabbit hole.

A lizard in a pet parade in Bend, Oregon reminds one that animal idioms, names, and traits inspire everyday wordplay. (Image © Carolyn McGreevy)

That’s one very chill lizard at the Pet Parade in Bend, Oregon. 
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And what of “lounge lizard”?  It describes a sleazy character who hangs out in bars looking for—well, not love, exactly.  That expression seems unfair to real lizards, who are often adorable.

A lizard in Wellington, New Zealand reminds one that animal idioms, animal names, and animal traits inspire everyday language, including wordplay. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

No flies on you, Lizard Lips! (Wellington, NZ)
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Polar (Bear) Opposites?

Other animal idioms are contradictory. “To be an ostrich” is to stick your head in the sand, ignoring what’s going on around you.  But ostriches are quick to stick their necks out.

Two ostriches in Wellington, New Zealand remind one that animal idioms, animal names, and animal traits inspire everyday language, including wordplay. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

More fluent in Jackal than Giraffe, these ostriches are mad as wet hens when . . .
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Ostriches and an antelope in Wellington, New Zealand remind one that animal idioms, animal names, and animal traits inspire everyday language, including wordplay. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

. . .a baby antelope tries to eat like a bird. (Wellington, New Zealand)
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How did the ostrich idiom begin? Pliny the Elder, an ancient Roman philosopher, believed incorrectly that ostriches hide their heads in bushes. Pliny the Younger would have corrected him but I guess the cat got his tongue.

Then there’s the expression, “to have a monkey on your back.” It means to be addicted or encumbered with a problem. But it could just as easily have meant to protect someone more vulnerable than you.

A mother and baby chimp in Wellington, New Zealand remind one that animal idioms, animal names, and animal traits inspire everyday language, including wordplay. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

In Wellington, New Zealand, Mum’s got your back.  And vice versa. 
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Monkeying Around

Speaking of monkeys, some cultures have had more fun than a barrel of ’em when it comes to animal idioms. Take the English expression “The cat is out of the bag.” In Dutch it becomes “Now the monkey comes out of the sleeve.”

Likewise, someone who doesn’t want to get involved in another’s issues might invoke this American colloquialism: “My dog ain’t in that fight.” In Poland, this idiom translates into, “Not my circus, not my monkey.”

Hay, Herd These? 

Cows get a leg up in international animal idioms:

  • In the Netherlands, if you “pull an old cow out of the ditch,” you’re rehashing an old grievance.
  • In Sweden, “There is no cow on the ice,” means “No need to worry.”
  • In China, “to play piano for a cow” is like throwing pearls before swine. It means your audience can’t appreciate or understand you.
Cows in Lehinch, Co. Clare, Ireland remind one that animal idioms, animal names, and animal traits inspire everyday language, including wordplay. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

“Okay, now you’re just milking it.” (Lehinch, Ireland)
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Animal Quackers

Many animal idioms have cross-cultural cousins:

  • In English, we try to get all our ducks in a row. In Portugal, “paying the duck” means taking the blame for something you didn’t do.
  • In English, someone who fakes being nice to hide ulterior motives is “a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” In Japanese, such a sneaky person “wears a cat on one’s head.”
  • The Indonesian equivalent is, “There’s a shrimp behind the rock!” Clearly, Indonesian shrimp are no mere prawns in the shell game.
  • By contrast, “to slide in on a shrimp sandwich” is how Swedes describe someone born to privilege—those lucky ducks who inherit “the goose that laid the golden egg.”

Linguistic Animal Planet

One could rabbit on till the cows come home about cross-cultural animal idioms. But I don’t want to be like a dog with a bone, so I guess I should clam up.

A lion in Wellington, New Zealand reminds one that animal idioms, animal names, and animal traits inspire everyday language, including wordplay. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

In France, you might “have a cat in your throat.” In New Zealand, this lion
suggests things could go the other way.
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Just remember: Somewhere in Buffalo, NY someone may be getting into a Bronco and listening to Drake or the Arctic Monkeys. A clothes horse in Chihuahua, Mexico could be swanning about on the dance floor. Someone sailing the horse latitudes might have raided a piggy bank to fly the coop to the Canary Islands.

Ewe never know.

Me, I’m going to squirrel away a few more animal idioms, then make a beeline for a catnap. After all this animal talk, I’m a little hoarse.

A Cooper’s hawk in Carmel, California reminds one that animal idioms, animal names, and animal traits inspire everyday language, including wordplay. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

That bird was watching me like a hawk. (Cooper’s hawk in Carmel, California)
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Whose Trip Are You Taking?

by Joyce McGreevy on September 17, 2018

People at a food stand in London remind a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Go to that “great little place” or discover your own great little place–it’s your trip. (London)
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When Travel Tips Hit the Tipping Point

It begins innocently. The planning, the packing, a travel tip or two. “Roll, don’t fold, your clothes.” “If you’re heading to A, you might enjoy B and C.”

Now Sam and Kate are at the airport. They’re excited, eager to make personal travel discoveries on their very first trip overseas. New place, new people, new language, new food, new everything. They post a brief announcement on social media and get numerous “Likes.”

People outside a museum in London remind a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Here’s a crazy thought: What if you traveled as you liked to travel?
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A Tip or Two

Many people add well wishes. “Bon voyage!” “Enjoy!”

Some people offer suggestions. “Will you visit X? It’s lovely this time of year.” “Do sample some Y—it’s delicious!” “Stop in at Z.”

Sam and Kate smile, turn their phones to “airplane” mode, and head onboard.  They plan to read a little, eat a little, and sleep a lot.

Stacks of baggage in New Zealand remind a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Travel light. You needn’t bring along everybody else’s baggage. (Auckland)
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You’ve Got Travel Tips

There’s WiFi on the flight. Sam and Kate resist the curious urge to check work email. But they can’t help seeing that their social media notifications have blown up.

There are travel tips—lots of travel tips. “Make sure you get to  . . .” “Man, you’ve so gotta do . . .” “If you don’t see [Name of Town], then you really haven’t seen [Name of Country].” Even though lots of people who are native to [Name of Country] have never been to [Name of Town].

People admiring art in California remind a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Forming our own perspectives is part of the travel experience. (Los Angeles)
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My Travel Tips Are Better Than Your Travel Tips

“Where are you sitting on the plane?” posts a friend-of-a-friend from Sam’s middle school days. He links to a post entitled, “Top Ten Hacks to Upgrade Your Seat After Take-Off.”

Then there’s this: “My wife and I paid only $29 round-trip and got upgraded to First Class when we traveled overseas. Our miles even scored us a 5-star hotel and VIP access to the Festival.”

Ladies and gentlemen, start your search engines. The competitive travel posts are on.

Diners at a restaurant in Vienna remind a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Craving ornate? Great! (Above: Vienna) Rather eat a chip? It’s your trip! (Below: Athens)
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A bag of chips in Athens reminds a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

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Let the Tips Fall Where They May

Some folks post travel advice. Lots of travel advice.  Some posters recap research Sam and Kate have already done.

Some offer “To Do” lists: 50 SIGHTS YOU SIMPLY MUST SEE.

“Why is this list shouting at us?” says Kate. “What if we don’t want to see the Museum of 12th Century Dental Instruments?”

Some offer “Skip It” lists: 50 PLACES TO SKIP CUZ THEY’RE SO CLICHÉ.

“We’ve dreamed of seeing those places for years,” says Sam. “Now we’re supposed to ignore them?”

A garden in Schonnbrun Palace in Austria reminds a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Wherever you travel, travel your own way. (Vienna)
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1,001 Travel Tips Before You Land

Some posts declare that Sam and Kate’s destination is too cold, too hot, too crowded, too quiet, too pricy, too bare-bones, possibly too This, and definitely too That.

A post from Cousin Bud warns of obscure laws that could lead to Sam and Kate being thrown into a medieval prison for life—just for buying ice cream from a street vendor! “Be safe, you guys!!!!!!” says Cousin Bud, using up a lifetime’s allotment of exclamation marks.

People dancing at a party remind a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Care to dance all night? That’s all right! (Wedding party in Bodrum, Turkey)
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People at a café in Vienna remind a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Prefer a quiet café? Travel your way. (Vienna)
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Here a Tip, There a Tip, Everywhere a Travel Tip

Some folks post photos of their own visits to Sam and Kate’s travel destination, complete with travel tips so contradictory that two commenters get into a side argument.

Loved this restaurant! You must dine there to truly experience the culture.”

“Meh. Avoid. The food was so-so.”

An airplane propeller over New Zealand reminds a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Some travel guidance is great, but it’s also okay to wing it. 
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Tipping the Baggage Scale

Sam and Kate eat their now-cold airline meal, decide they’ve read enough, and  wearily try to get some sleep. Only they forget to turn down the volume buttons on their phones.

“It’s Aunt Agatha and Uncle Mortimer,” says Kate grimly.

“Is everything okay?” asks Sam.

“No. They saw that we checked in online at that airport deli and they’re hurt that we didn’t let them know we were in town.”

“But we were only changing planes—in Newark! They’re two hours’ drive away.”

Now Sam and Kate have a little guilt trip to go with their overseas trip. Sleep-deprived, jet-lagged, but still excited, they go through Customs, and despite plans to take the bus, decide on impulse to take a taxi.

A mural in Vienna reminds a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Forget competitive travel. Travel your own way.
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Tripping Over Trip Tips

They have such a lovely chat with the driver, who speaks eloquently of his beloved native city, that they ask if he’d mind being in a photo with them. The friendly driver obliges. Posting the photo, Sam writes “We’ve arrived! Wow, judging by the airline crew, airport staff, and our taxi driver, people here are awesome!”

Cue the horror-story posts about dishonest taxi drivers, currency-exchange scams, links to bus schedules, travel tips on tipping, and something from Cousin Bud about how someone woke up in a hotel bathtub missing a kidney. Also a post from Mr. and Mrs. Competitive about the time they got upgraded to a gold-plated limo.

Sam and Kate haven’t just arrived overseas. They’ve brought along an online Greek chorus.

An illustration of the Parthenon in Athens reminds a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Don’t let social media posts and other travel tips get in the way of your own travel discoveries. 
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Tip, Tip, Tip—Boom!

Suddenly, they have a vision of how their travels could unfold—a torrent of travel tips that sound increasingly imperative: “Visit X!” “Beware of Y!” “ Must see Z!”

Suddenly, they don’t care who has traveled overseas earlier, faster, cheaper, better, more smoothly, more authentically, or more luxuriously. They don’t care if the local citizenry threw a parade for Mr. and Mrs. Competitive and named a national holiday in their honor.

Suddenly, Sam and Kate experience an oh-I-see moment. Suddenly, each of them hears an unspoken question: Whose trip are you taking?

With that, they turn off their mobile devices and the travel tips.

Crowds relaxing at a park in Vienna remind a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Happy in a crowd? That’s allowed. (Vienna)
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Steps on a hillside in Serifos, Greece remind a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Need solitude? Give yourself latitude. (Serifos, Greece)
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Tripping Merrily Along

From that point on, Sam and Kate make: (A) their own way; (B) the occasional mistake; and (C) many personal travel discoveries.

It all works out.

They even buy ice cream from a street vendor.

Sunglasses and ice cream in New Zealand remind a writer that travel tips and travel advice don’t outrank personal travel discoveries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

No wallets, kidneys, or obscure laws were violated
in the eating of this ice cream. (New Zealand)
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Savoring Summer

by Joyce McGreevy on July 30, 2018

A woman sitting by the Oregon shore suggests why savoring summer can be a life-changing experience. (Image @ Joyce McGreevy)

When’s the last time you took a breather?
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The Life-Changing Experience
of Celebrating the Season

Having a good summer? Or did it register merely as high temperatures while you went about your daily business? Considering the seriousness of world issues and the stress of busy lives, does it even make sense to celebrate this season?

Yes! Savoring summer can be a life-changing experience.

A sun-themed collage evokes the beauty of savoring summer. (Image @ Joyce McGreevy)

Summer sun appears in countless ways.
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Our brains respond to summer, even if the rest of us ignores it.

Studies have identified two neural responses to summer that seem contradictory. When summer’s heat is on, our brain responses really do slow down. Yet the brain’s ability to respond to tasks that require sustained attention actually peaks in summer.

Does that mean we should turn up the office A/C and focus our high-functioning attention on GTD—Getting Things Done? Or could it mean that summer offers a two-fold opportunity? One, to let our brains slow down. Two, to apply summer-peak focus to more than just mundane tasks.

Sunset on the Oregon shore suggests why savoring summer can be a life-changing experience. (Image @ Joyce McGreevy)

When’s the last time you took a walk by the water?
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“Smell the sea and feel the sky.”

Maybe you’ve seen that recent study on the benefits of extended “forest-bathing.” Or the one about standing barefoot on grass for a moment. “Big Duh” Spoiler Alert: Being outdoors is good for you.

Poets have known this all along. “Smell the sea and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly,” sang Van Morrison. Even Ralph Waldo Emerson, a philosopher one pictures barnacled to a desk, declared, “Live in the sunshine. Swim in the sea. Drink in the wild air.”

In summer, sensory experience is amplified. It’s the warmth on your skin, reminding you that, “Oh right, I have a body!” That there’s more to you more than a suit of clothes with a head poking out at the top.

Bare feet on grass suggest the pleasure of savoring summer. (Image @ Joyce McGreevy)

Hello, silly toes! It’s nice to see you again.
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It’s the rumbling roar and briny scent of ocean waves. The chorus of birds broadcasting nature’s morning news. A sunset so vibrant it practically cries out, “Aren’t you glad you didn’t miss this?”

Craft your own summer.

Summer also meshes with the sensory appeal of what we humans carry. The smell of cocoa butter. The thwack of a baseball bat hitting a home run. The itch of sand in . . . interesting places. The overheard music that transports us to other summers. There’s even a song about that, Eric Church’s “Springsteen”:

“To this day when I hear that song
I see you standin’ there all night long
Discount shades, store bought tan
Flip flops and cut-off jeans”

What were your artifacts of summers past? What human-made objects are part of your summer today?

A street scene on Waikehe Island suggests the pleasure of savoring summer. (Image @ Joyce McGreevy)

When’s the last time you sipped lemonade?
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Savor summer foods.

“I always like summer
best
you can eat fresh corn
from daddy’s garden”

So says Nikki Giovanni in the poem “Knoxville, Tennessee.” What tastes like summer to you? A luscious peach warm from the tree? The salty, syrupy crunch of fairground snacks? The heirloom-tomato and lime-kissed gazpacho your mom used to make? The sour-cherry pie that always held enough slices for everyone?

Summer like a child.

When we were kids, summer marked the beginning of adventure. Boredom was our ally then, because it spurred us into devising games, stories, lemonade stands, and neighborhood track meets—anything to avoid the dreaded alternative, Chores.

We climbed trees, sat under them for hours with books, and turned the stories into plays, casting them with any available siblings, dolls, and pets.

A tree house evokes the pleasure of savoring summer. (Image @ Joyce McGreevy)

When’s the last time you saw the world from a treehouse?
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We did not “set goals” or work on “self-improvement.” We gave into obsessions. Like reading every Nancy Drew mystery or book about ancient Egypt.  Learning to skateboard, draw a horse, do magic tricks, blow chewing-gum bubbles, craft a lanyard, or make up dance routines to radio songs.

Now that we’re all grown up, why settle for staring at phones and online episodes?

Imagine taking out the teeny-tiny key to that little pink diary you kept in fifth grade. Picture the “Bestest, Funnest Day Ever!!!!!” What simple pleasure or Big Adventure is written there?

Sandcastles on the beach suggest the pleasure of savoring summer. (Image @ Joyce McGreevy)

Give yourself a hall pass and rediscover recess. You’ll be the better for it.
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Cast summer magic.

When I was a kid, summer nights were for suppers on the patio, outdoor concerts, and coming home from the beach so drowsy that our parents carried us in from the station wagon and put us to bed. Okay, maybe some of us pretended to be asleep, cherishing the safety of a parent’s TLC.

One summer my sister Carolyn and I investigated The Mystery of The Fast-Growing Zucchini. For several nights, we went on stake-out, setting up sleeping bags in the garden and staring intently, determined not to . . . (yawn) . . . fall . . . asleep . .  . . .

Although we never did crack the case, we had delightful conversations, made up the silliest songs, and even experienced the thrill of star-diving: We’d lie on the grass and convince our brains that the sky was below us. Then we’d “dive” in.

What magic are you making time for? When did you last look up at the sky? Or carry supper outside? Or swap family anecdotes as sunset deepened into inkiest night? Until you could no longer see each other but sensed and appreciated each other’s presence?

The full moon over a desert suburb in Palm Springs evokes the beauty of savoring summer. (Image @ Joyce McGreevy)

When’s the last time you stopped for the summer moon?
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Share summer abundance.

But what does it matter? In a world that can feel as cold and uncertain as an iced-over alley at midnight, isn’t it frivolous to celebrate summer?

Here’s the thing:

  • Those outdoor summers remind you that the environment is not a concept, but where we all live.
  • The summer garden you savor feeds your persistence through the winter.
  • Summer cooks know that the secret to sweetening sour-cherry pie is to share it.
  • Summer nights, when you gather in a circle of belonging, reveal real-life magic: Your circle has the potential to expand. Your circle can grow as big as the Earth is round. Your circle can welcome as many people as there are stars in the sky.
A vintage house in Illinois evokes the beauty of savoring summer. (Image @ Joyce McGreevy)

When’s the last time you sat on the porch and watched the world go by?
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So why give your summer brain a change of focus? Why invite your body for a visit?

Oh, I see: To refill the well.

Only then can you draw strength to do what needs to be done. Only then can you refresh yourself with the clarity to know what that is.

Can savoring summer be a life-changing experience? Goodness, yes. And not just for you.

Need a reminder of summer-night magic? Listen to Allen Toussaint’s “Southern Nights” here.

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