So. August. We’re here. Hi.
You know what I’m going to do today?
This is straight from my journal. Yesterday morning. What I wrote to August.
It’s a little vulnerable, a little intimate. But here it is.
Oh August. Hello!
I have a thing I want to say. A proclamation, really. I have a proclamation! For us!
August, August, August, I am done with the pattern of ambivalence. I am done feeling ambivalent. About months, about beginnings, about transitions, about whatever the new thing is that is currently the new thing.
I am done trying to figure out whether or not I am “ready” for the thing that is actually happening.
And more than that.
I am committing to a new kind of passaging. A passaging that is about EAGERNESS. Welcoming and delight!
The door is here. And so I say: Door! And then I take that door like it was meant for me.
I say: Door! I am here too! Open with me!
The bridge shows up because it is time to cross.
And here you are, bridge.
So come, allies and mice. Come, companions of play. Come, sweet Havi Bell. Come, all the Havis and all the selves and all the aspects of me and this.
Let’s cross.
This is the month.
This is the month of the Hypothalamus. That’s my new office space.
The month of flowers. The month of openings.
Internal, external, Stompopolis, all of it.
I am entering this month in a completely new way. With heart-breath and anticipation. With trusting and play.
With attentiveness. Committing to being giving and generous with you, August. August as a new playmate.
I am entering this month with entirely new levels of certainty.
My commitment to you, beautiful month.
Well, I don’t know if I can do this. But I can commit to playing and experimenting with this, with you.
Treating my queenly quarters with respect. With sweet loving attention.
My bed. The refuge of bedroom. My pirate queen quarters at Stompopolis.
Making these spaces ready for me-who-is-coming in.
Same thing with my body, my feet, my organs, connective tissue. My breath. My clothing. My surroundings.
There will be flowers this month. There will be water to drink and to bathe in.
There will be grounding and more grounding.
Joyful practice. Loving kindness for all the sad, scared selves. Pleasure and delight. Support for the mission.
A new sense of order.
Ordering like seder.
Not rigid. More like: a configuration that is beautiful. Organic form. Ordering of pathways. Order in the kingdom.
A setting for me and for my process. A setting that supports the things I want. Me being gracious in how I treat that setting.
These are my chambers. This is a big deal.
They don’t have to be a certain way. As long as they are fun, welcoming-to-Havi, delight-filled. I take steps to enhance the qualities that I want inside of them.
August! Come in, come in. The door is open.
Come in, honey.
I am done with dread and ambivalence in passages. I am ready to get to know the version of me who says YEAH, PASSAGE!
I am ready for full-hearted welcomings, excitement and tingle-joy.
August, let’s meet like lovers who have only known each other through dream-fragments, through whispered words of hope and wanting.
Take me to wherever you’re going to take me.
I have my superpowers and my resources, internal and external. You are the bridge and I am here for this.
Play with me?
Okay, this was almost as over-the-top as my love letter to June. But different. This is a very different month, and a very different kind of love letter.
For other variations, peek at: last July / August / September / October / November / December / January / February / March / April / May. Oh, and this year’s July, of course.
You are welcome to write your own hello letter to August, if you like.
Or you can leave little pebbles for my love letter. Or drop off some gwishes for the month.
As always, we make this a safe space by not telling each other what to do, how to be or how to feel. We make room for each other.
Wishing you the most just-right August possible. May it be full of unexpectedly good things. And love.
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This may have just blown my mind is the absolute most delicious possible way…
“August, let’s meet like lovers who have only known each other through dream-fragments, through whispered words of hope and wanting.
Take me to wherever you’re going to take me.
I have my superpowers and my resources, internal and external. You are the bridge and I am here for this.”
Hi August,
We can do this, August. I know we can. You’re already so different from past Augusts. In a good way, I think.
Some things I hope for us:
-morning greens
-dependable bedtimes
-daily movement, in whatever way feels right that day
-beautiful systems
-that we’ll get acquainted with a new type of freedom
I’m intending to:
-meet fear compassionately
-swim through you instead of against you
-have many interactions with Future Me and Past Me
-be receptive to what you have to give me.
Hi, August. Let’s share a slice of watermelon, yes? Yes.
August, August. I shall whisper in your shell-like ear.
-<3-
Ah, August.
May you bring more Ahhhhhh than Aaaaaaaah!
May things work, and work out.
May there be ease, and easel time.
May there be bonnie bike rides and hikes and picnics and concerts.
May there be the right space at the right price. Same for the set of wheels.
May the next haircut be a head-turner in a good way.
Sending all y’all sweet August hopes.
Oh, Havi! Thought this was beautiful – thank you!
And when I thought of crossing my own bridge, I immediately pictured myself on one of the “bouncy” bridge you can find in playgrounds everywhere! Sunny summer afternoon, me hurtling across, letting that bridge rattle and soar under me with gleeful abandon:)
This is lovely. -o-
Oh generous August, please do not forget to bring me the one I’vebeen waiting for… In gratitude and wi with chocolats of course 😉
Beautiful. The bridge shows up because it is time to cross. Thank you for sharing this. <3
Hello August! Here’s to open doors and fresh, clean breezes. Here’s to settling in, spreading out and getting grounded. Here’s to late summer sun, deep breaths and catnaps. Oh, and swimming. 🙂
Passage.
I am here for this. You are here for this.
Grounding myself in the present, ever moving present. My self moving through the ever moving present. The present moving through me.
I bring all of myself with me. All of my selves with me.
Receiving and passing and letting go and receiving.
Hhhmmmmmmhhhmmmmmmm…… -o-
Thank you Havi, for your recent sharings of your passages through July and August. I’ve had a very intense month, in some ways good and some bad. I’ve been doing a lot of processing that I don’t think will ever end up on the blog, but you have inspired me a lot, and I wanted to thank you.
Sending everyone who wants them gentle encouraging yays, an unexpected pocket of pleasure, and a beautiful sand-encrusted shell to remind you of August.
August. So soon? I am not ready for August …
But let’s see. August is a month of birthdays, of new beginnings (lots of new beginnings), but also endings. August, I would love you to be the month of tying up the loose ends before the autumn comes; of ordering, as in putting things in order – yes! This.
With some fun days, sunny days, and beach days thrown in for good measure. And swimming. There has to be swimming.
Wishing everyone a perfect August!
Ooooh, lovely! Hypothalamus. I… am marveling at that. I love its mystery.
Hypothalamus…
Ok, August! August, I will see you on the Maine coast! And I am excited. I will bring the novels (East of Denver; new KSR) and the knitting and the notebooks. I hope you can bring some fog.
Then I will see you in San Luis Obispo, and truly, I cannot wait. I will not bring anything except a beach coverup. I’ll just show up and see what you’ve got.
Mmmmm…. Thanks, August!
Hello, August.
Let’s try a month of slow and easy. Smooth, gentle steps that don’t look like much, but keep us traveling. It’s too hot for anything faster, but maybe we can take a gentle turn around the dance floor, and then go look for some lemonade.
This month, let’s play with building our home systems, our base, the blanket fort of our life and safety and love. With exploring winding garden paths.
This month, let’s see how many times we can say yes, but only in ways that are true to ourselves and our visions.
Ooooo…August!
Parts of this blew my mind, in the best way.
August, we are already adventuring together!
You are a secret doorway of deep change, that is also homecoming. Shiva Nata words from this morning, ‘trust transition, incoming goddess’.
I am wishing for spaciousness, love, trust and ease. To rest in my heart-knowing. To dance across the bridge.