Technically, it’s still summer and I live on an island so fall doesn’t hit the way it does in other places. The light in October will be divine, a blue-gold that’ll infuse your heart, but until then, these September days are the days.
These ARE the days.
Quiet.
New pencils and notebooks—squeeee!
The thrill of learning. Always learning.
And war is raging globally and between family members and you wonder… why no peace?
Why eternal?
Why so steel hearted?
Why wise teachings not sinking in?
Cycles… summer, fall, winter, spring and what your parents and your grandparents and their parents lived and never spoke about or dealt with because that’s not what was/is done, so here we are… all of humanity, me, you… playing out the same tragic, destructive, and harmful behaviors until someone wakes up and cracks the code, breaks the cycle.
(Psst, that said, beware the holier-than-thou self-proclaimed healed folks still carrying enough bitterness to drown an entire chain of islands, surfing in two-faced mode.)
Anyhoooo, dayum this feels like dark winter energy.
Quick ⮑ whoosh ⮑ back to light and summer until it’s time for the necessary hibernation. 🧸
Heck yes, let’s squeeze as much juiciness out of this season as we can, while we can.
Life is short, so remember kids (parents and grandparents) what we learned as kids but what might/should mean more to us now, now that we’re no longer kids: Don’t be a mean, nasty, dishonest shit-stirrer because it will eat you from the inside and make your life even shorter.
Decide to love better or differently, as you never have, or as you were never taught.
Dare you.
Dare me.
We can’t erase the past (remember the miracle of erasable pens, hahaha!), but it is September and we’ve got new pencils. We can wiggle and squiggle outside the lines of what has shaped and misshaped us, draw new ones.