Slow Notes 02
June 2025 in review—and a few recommendations and prompts for you.
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👋 Notes on June
Summer is a season of physicality. The body tests you. It invites you back to yourself in new ways. It’s when I’ve found myself crossing a threshold the most, particularly now that I’m in my thirties—but a streak of sunny days or a few block parties is enough to take me outside of time, towards yearning. As Nina MacLaughlin states in her glorious essay, Summer Solstice:
“An atmosphere of, I’ll get to it but right now, a beer before dinner and warmth on bare legs, and everything can just go a little slower for a moment. The light lasts forever, life lasts forever. Do you feel young? I promise, the start of summer whispers, you are young.”
Recently, someone close to me said that we’re in “the Wednesday of life.” I appreciated the poetry of that phrasing, but shrugged it off, not subscribing to the notion that you lose relevance or vigor once your twenties have passed. Still,…
