We’ve zigzagged our way through the alphabet and today finds us at the end, celebrating the letter Z.
I’m musing about two things. First zest. I often do hot water and a slice of lemon first thing in the morning, particularly when it’s cooler out. When it’s warmer, I save my lemon fix for iced tea. But I always love taking a little strip of zest. Even peeling an orange is an opportunity to revel in those potent citrus oils. There’s something so clearing and clarifying about that scent – it’s like a universally understood call to wake up and be present.
The other meaning, enthusiasm, is better defined as adding piquancy to, which can be done with a zest. I’ve been musing about this as well, wondering if I’ve ever used this word in relationship to myself. Do you ever do that – wonder if certain words “fit” you or not? I certainly have great enthusiasm for a number of things, but I’m not entirely sure anyone would say I had zest. There’s some level of perkiness about zest that seems so uncharacteristic of me I’m not sure we could be used in the same sentence. Pursuing that further I began wondering about when it is we’re being honest with ourselves and when we’re being harsh. I think that lines jumps quite a bit. All the more reason to keep our eyes open so we don’t trip, would you agree?
Keeping my eyes open though, when I look at “Z” I see something curious and true. I see a symbol for transition. Just think about it – we’re traveling along the top line of the Z, and the suddenly we’re not really moving forward anymore, we’re some place else – that center diagonal of the Z. And then after a bit, we continue on. Different, changed, not quite the same.
I pay a lot of attention to transitions – they feel like sacred ground to me. The point of closing out something old and preparing the way for something new. That’s a transition. And when you think about it, there are lots of transitions in our lives – some huge and some micro. Some we pass over so quickly it’s a blink of the eye, but others truly feel like liminal experiences worthy of our attention.
I’m feeling a bit of that now. I feel myself shifting my energy in preparation for change ahead. While it still feels too early, the truth is I am feeling the distant breath of autumn making its way here. The quality of light has begun to change, my body is craving a bit more sleep, my loose summer routines are wanting some tightening up, some structure. September promises to be shower us with some interesting energies – we’ve got a couple eclipses and the equinox, as well as some other planetary energetics to add to the mix. And I’m thinking more and more about that always wonderful question: Who am I becoming?
What about you? Where’s your zest for life? What transitions are you experiencing? Are you on a straight-and-narrow path or are you zigzagging and taking a more circuitous path? What exactly are you musing about? Do tell – you know I love to hear.