Heat

Unrelenting. The heat that is. All across the country, heat pushes patience and goodwill to the edge of consciousness and pulls impatience and irritation to the front; the lazy, crazy days of summer are, simply put, crazed.

It’s not that it’s all that much hotter than usual, four or five degrees, six. The problem lies in the unrelenting and matches the winter when we had unrelenting snow and cold.

The definition of heat from the American Heritage Dictionary reads, “A form of energy associated with the motion of atoms or molecules in solids and capable of being transmitted through solid and fluid media by conduction, through fluid media by conversion, and through empty space by radiation.” In other words, there’s no getting away from it. What’s also interesting about the word is that it only has one root and one definition in ancient Indo-European: kai – heat. That’s it. No other words have grown from it. There’s an extended form, kaid, which, to my way of thinking, means heat unrelenting. And there we are. Not even an extension to muse and rethink into some escape.

There’s a story in last Sunday’s NY Times about a couple in Salina, Kansas, who have given up air-conditioning and live with ceiling fans, window fans, and shade. It’s a romantic Kansas view – cotton curtains blowing in the breeze, birds sitting on the window sills. “A favorite escape is the cool of the basement, or chairs under their mulberry and peach trees.” There’s no mention of work or doing. So okay. If reading all day or lounging under a mulberry tree is the only task, that sounds doable I guess.

And it’s possible for me to do that at the moment – I’m on break between semesters. I don’t have to go outside. But I do. Most mornings I go for an early walk; yesterday, I pulled weeds threatening to turn a new a new flower bed into overgrown chaos. But being outside isn’t my job. I think about those people whose job is to work outside all day – stressed, angry, frustrated by the constant depleting season. Remembering heart-generous actions once in their cars each night is a stretch. Or at least it sounds that way from the sirens I hear wafting across the heat-stifled afternoon air.

We can all be destructive when we are under pressure. And pressure is what this time offers.

How can we keep our sense of humor and a sense of sanity under pressure that’s unrelenting?

The task, of course, is to maintain awareness. The second task is to realize that everyone is feeling the stress of these days and to remain compassionate. That’s probably the most difficult task of all: to drop our judgment of others’ actions and remain compassionate; to walk, as it were, in another’s shoes and to practice understanding.

Easier to judge the couple in Salina: “Wish I could just sit and read all day… they must have a gardener if that’s all they do…who mows their lawn…who picks the peaches from the peach tree…” Easier to belittle than be peaceful.

“It’s all about your state of mind and expectations. Ours are relaxed,” the man in Salina adds. Ah.

We all need practice these days in monitoring our states of minds. How often do we fall into a state of grump rather than climb into a state of peace? How often do we give up compassion for confrontation? And, more importantly, which would we really rather be? Grumpy or peaceful?

If you want to be peaceful, be the peace. No one is escaping this summer of stress, so if you want kindness, be kind. You are familiar with the saying, “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.” Try using the kitchen as a metaphor for the moods you feel. If you can’t distance yourself physically, try distancing yourself mentally and spiritually from the heat of a situation. Breathe. I know I say that often, but breathe. Relax your forehead. Drop your shoulder’s. Focus on your body and breathe and your mind will return to a state of peacefulness.  

And it’s all relative, isn’t it? Think about it: in five months, we’ll be complaining about the cold, and we’ll still be needing to choose peace.

8 thoughts on “Heat

  1. LOL…”It’s all relative”, you said?!??!
    Just today I told my dearest sister that her husband’s choice of nickname, “Grumpy” (as in one of the Seven Dwarfs) always made my daughters uneasy.
    “Why would anyone choose such a demeaning nickname for themselves?” I asked.
    “I dunno. I guess he thought it was cute,” she replied.
    “Hmmm,” I said.
    But then I thought, baby ducklings in a pond are cute. Waddling toddlers’ first steps are cute.
    Grumpy people are just avoding personal responsibility for at least attempting to be cordial.
    And I remained kindly silent.
    I’m working on a old standard, “If you can’t say anything nice, say nothing at all.”
    Peace be with you. And also with me, thank you very much!

  2. With a big sombrero and a cool wet bandanna around my neck the beds of tomatoes are so long if I hide in the shade of the plants the boss can’t see me sitting down eating my favorate cherries. While I’m busy being everybody thinks I’m doing. That’s good enough right

    1. That’s good enough.
      I think of you when I’m out watering my garden. Stephen made square foot gardens for me next to the patio, so this is my first year of actual produce that the squirrels don’t eat. And we have entirely too many eggplants. I had no idea how a “white fingerling” would produce! And the tomatoes are heavy. But I don’t sit next to them long – not long enough rows and not enough shade! I like the idea though.

  3. I read about that couple, too, and felt slightly inadequate. I’m keeping my A/C since we city folks don’t sleep in the park anymore! Thanks for the peace-full reminders.

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