August Considerations
Musings on the eighth month of 2024
Storms crackle through the air, charged with summer and the entwining of earth and sky. The atmosphere cries out. My soul cries out. Black clouds turn the day into premature night, but lightning lights up the dark. All things are rent and joined in equal measure. Endings and beginnings trip over one another, and all we’re left with is life. Let the wind and the rain take your fear. Clear out the stifled space within you. The sun is still there in the sky, waiting to return when the time is right. All things are a dance, and the storms lead in summer.
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