It’s Summertime – Part 3
Time for family
Time for friends
Time for fun
Time for flowers
Time for fiddling
Time for fellowship
The other day, a group of cousins spent a few hours with each other. Many of them had not seen each other in years – if not decades. What makes a family special? It is the relaxed nature of strangers coming together and sharing a special bond that is really unexplainable. It feels like an old shoe. The comfortable pair stay in the closet even when worn and tattered. Make time for family. Go the extra mile(s). It is worth it!
Often, friends feel like family, or dare say, better than family. Family is not chosen – friends are. Friends can be from childhood, or they can be someone who met a few weeks ago. Having friends surround you with love is necessary for life. Friends support and encourage. Friends are there when you need to talk or just sit still. Sure, friends come and go. Hang on to the ones who are uplifting. Let go of ones who aren’t.
Summertime is the perfect time to have fun. What is fun? Fun is something you do that brings you joy and delight. Sometimes it is going beyond a comfort zone and trying something new. Visiting an amusement park, playing a game, sharing dinner with a sibling, floating in a pool. Fun creates laughter. Having fun is essential. It is vital for health and happiness.
Summertime is a time for flowers so vibrant and lush. Leaves variegated and velvety soft. Or leaves that are prickly and stiff. Roses and hibiscus that bloom week after week. Or, how about the Schefflera? Schefflera, grow outside in Florida – who knew? Flowers are like friends. They are uplifting. They can brighten an otherwise dismal day.
Fiddling is something you do that you usually don’t have time to do. It can be riding a bike. Writing a short story. It can be puttering around the house, organizing, cleaning, or fixing. Fiddling also reminds me of a friend of mine who is really a professional fiddler (you know the music kind!) and violinist. He makes it all look so easy. And fun? Fun is having a preschool teacher dance the Irish jig played by a professional fiddler in front of an audience of senior citizens.
Growing up in a Christian home, fellowship was a common word that referred to the coffee hour after church service. For me, the fellowship has taken on a much deeper spiritual meaning. Fellowship is a gathering of friends and sharing an experience. Whether it be a homemade fish and rice dinner, a dinner at a restaurant of salmon and mashed sweet potatoes with a sprinkle of ginger, or touring an unfamiliar town. Fellowship is sharing deep thoughts. It is getting to know someone just a bit better. What better time to have fellowship than summertime?