August

I spent a lot of time lazing in bed. I made a point of going outside, even if it was just to the balcony every day. I enjoyed hot weather, but revel in the cool-down of a dawning autumn.

I was meant to be autumnal. I was born toward the end of August, and so coherent sometime around the middle of September, able to hold my own head by October, and laugh by Samhain.

I come to power as the world turns sleepy.

August saw the marriages of friends, the solidification of unions without legal bonds, and reuniting with many dearly loved.

It was the time for convalescence. Many sought vacations, family ties, fluffy duvets, and solitude in the park. I personally avoided contact with most things resembling work (except for the job I love). I enjoyed only the company of friends. I valiantly strove to stave off guilt for napping and enjoying rest. I succeeded most of the time.

I read philosophy and science and magic. I studied cards and signs. I had dreams. I snuggled my cats. I did yoga nearly every day, and aligned my chakras when yoga failed. I re-entered the dance world and remembered how much I rock.

I've almost given up perfectionism.

I've turned 26 and partied with everyone I love.

I've grown.

I look forward to cuddly sweaters, walks through fallen leaves, hot chocolate steaming in the park, apple cider, baked squash, chestnuts, and cozy gatherings.

May we have a bountiful harvest.