I saw you coming, and yet you still somehow snuck up on me, my fine 'n' familiar melancholy summer friend. You'll ratchet up my sense of urgency and keep me focused 'n' busy preparing for the months ahead... and then you'll offer the full arrival of autumn. I already notice the daylight waning, and I know that by the time you're finishing your dance that observation will be even more obvious. Oh, September. September, September, September, it is good and right to meet you again.
I sit here writing on the first morning of the month... the month that transitions our hemisphere from summer to autumn... a morning flooding the day with sunshine. I slept late. I woke refreshed.
My farewell day to August offered me time 'n' space with kindred spirits. We wandered the little acre. Beautiful, spontaneous blessings were offered in the garden. And at the table where we sipped tea, and shared heart. Today, I feel those blessings lingering, settling, and taking root around me, and within me. This gateway day to September has my roots sinking. I distinctly feel the work that must be done. The urgent work of the external world that I know well in this season, sure... and also a renewed sense of urgency for my inner world. This is a gift and a blessing. And I am so very grateful.
May you greet September with an open heart. May you notice, acknowledge, honor, and act on the gifts 'n' blessings of this transitional month.
🕊 Peace.
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