Oh yeah, baby. You read that right. The actual temperature is a mere 90.8, but the ‘heat index’ takes humidity into account, the way that ‘wind chill’ takes wind into account. And you Alaskans know how true that difference is.
I feel I’ve really turned a corner with the heat though. It happened last weekend when I was sweating buckets in my garden at zenith. Or, at least that’s when I first noticed it. It’s not that I wasn’t hot. It’s not that the heat wasn’t uncomfortable. It’s just that I was okay with it.
I guess it’s true with cold too, and really maybe with everything in life. So much of our discomfort is caused by our struggle against. Just let go. Man. Surrender into.
I am actually terribly proud of this new achievement, because I had had the real Bad Attitude last fall when I was, granted, 8 months pregnant. Then again as the heat crept up this spring, I had almost a panicky fear. I was already so hot and uncomfortable at 75. Would I be able to get used to 95 I wondered.
But now I see. It’s not that you get used to it. You just let go into it. And then even though you are hot, at least you’re not hot and thinking an endless stream of ‘fuckfuckfuck, it’s too hot, fuck, I’m gonna die.’ Which really makes life a lot easier.
So here I am, mid-day. Drinking an iced espresso con crema, in just my bra and underwear, no AC, feeling ok.
Let go, free your mind, and free your soul.