Right around the time of Lughnassadh, I breathe a sigh of relief. August is here. The frantic, loud, extroverted energy of summer is diminishing, and we are nearing the mellow season. It’s my birthday month, the first of three harvest festivals, the time of year when my selkie soul calls her sealskin back.
I always mean to accomplish writing goals in the summer, but sadly it is the season when my creativity evaporates. Summer is too loud, too hot, too humid, too much for my introverted soul.
When August arrives, I slowly exhale all the stress I have accumulated from mid-June to July. August is the bridge between summer and autumn. It is a portal month. A steppingstone to the next adventure.
Today, it is cool and rainy. A day when my morning cup of tea tastes better than usual, because tea and rainy days are a match made in heaven. It is a day of gentle yearning. A day to dream.
I’m experiencing a sort of homecoming right now. With each new experience, I gather the lost pieces of me to be stitched into something new. I think of stitching a new spell work to represent my new path. The thought of threading a needle and piercing silk, or wool, or linen — of creating a story with fabric, a needle, and thread — excites me. I don’t know what my next thread artwork will be. Perhaps it will be a white deer this time. I don’t know what my next writing project will be either. Gathering my poems into a chapbook and finding a publisher sounds like it could be calling to me most. There’s also a middle grade book I’ve been wanting to write.
The mellow season is coming. It is my time to get busy and create, after a long break. Hopefully next time, I will have new poems to share with you. Next time, I will definitely have some exciting news to share. It’s something I’ve been sitting on for a while and I can’t wait to tell you.
I am exactly the same way, I'm so happy August is winding its way down. I'm so ready.
I'm glad you're finding August soothing. Over here in England August can be as hot as June and July, though just now we're pleased to get sunshine after lots of grey skies and rain. I think the season I miss most is Spring in the southwest -- I moved east to be with my husband, and the seasons here are sharper round the edges, with cold winter winds and slamming summer sun, and a very short, late spring, but in the southwest soft breezes caress the cheek and whisper of Spring early in the year, and blossoms unfurl gently in the trees.