Hard to believe that this is the thirteenth hello-to-a-month that I’ve posted here.
Time. It is speedy and weird, especially lately.
And even harder to believe that I actually wrote this two weeks ago. But for some reason posting it didn’t feel right until today.
So there’s that.
Anyway, July. Look at you. Hello.
Oh, July. May you be….
- Sweet.
- Even more sweet than that.
- Revealing.
- Steady.
- Unexpected. But in a good way.
- Trust-filled.
- Shining with words.
May you be filled with….
- Possibility.
- Potential.
- Provision.
- Passages.
- Portals and portaling.
- Presence.
- Prospering
- Power.
- Persistence.
- Perseverence.
- Passion.
- Playful push-pull.
- Possibility.
And other things that begin with P.
Though also, equally, things that do not begin with P.
Like congruence and sovereignty. And even: birth. In the metaphorical sense.
And FREEDOM. Beautiful freedom.
May I remember to…
- Appreciate you.
- Meet you where you are, as you are.
- Whisper the secret words.
- Find pleasure.
- Take time.
- Reverberate.
- Ring all the bells.
- Line up the batteries.
- Ask for what I need. And then give myself the essence of whatever that is, because source and resource are always mine.
- Enter. And exit.
- Play.
Join me if you like. Alligatoroos!
This practice varies from month to month. Last month was an outrageously over the top love letter.
For other versions, peek at: last July / August / September / October / November / December / January / February / March / April / May.
You can leave your own hellos and wishes for July, in any form that you like.
I am also receptive to loving sighs and warm smiles.
As always, make space for each other by not telling each other what to do, how to be or how to feel.
Wishing you a (continued) July full of possibilities and unexpected delight-filled moments every time you turn a corner.
Follow
“Source and resource are always mine.” This! Thank you for the reminder.
Hello, July – and wow, have you been hot! I am so incredibly ambivalent about you right now, I truly have no words to fully express this. I would like to find more pleasure in you and stop this see-sawing, back-and-forth relationship we seem to have at the moment…
July! I’m glad you’re here. You’re a lovely month.
Today, I was thinking about the ruby slipper epiphany I had last month (and ruby is your birthstone, isn’t it, July?), and I asked you, “What do ruby slippers really have to do with my desire for clarity? I thought I understood it, but now I’m not sure.”
And then your answer dropped into my head, with a clink, like when the penny drops, and it said:
“Clarity begins at home.”
Huh. Well, that’s given me something to think about for the rest of the month, at least! While I’m mulling it over, July, I’d love it if you could also send me:
–Refreshing swims.
–Afternoon naps.
–Delightful surprises.
–Sunny energy!
Thanks, July. For my part, I promise to keep listening, and keep playing.
Oh July, you qare so incredibly gorgeous! You have brought the monsoon rains and things are green again! Thick green stands of cattails, thick green willows and cottonwoods, beautiful garden everywhere! You are less hot and more full of water, and I’m delighted to see you.
My hopes for you are that you bring:
-pleasure
-ease and spciousness
-frugality that feels appropriate not forced
-possibility
-joy and fun
-rest
-beauty
-congruency (lots)
-flow
-elegantly evolving perfect routines and solutions
-asking for what I need before I hit the redline, and support in all ways
I promise to be:
-open, receptive, gentle, compassionate, smart and clear. And playful!
Noodling!
Loving it.
Dear July ,
You are fast and spacious and full of surprise.
There has already been the destruction of an unsovereign relationships, which has been particularly surprising in that it has been ease-filled.
There has been surprise about how much I love yoga now.
Yes this.
The wonder and amazement of ease-filledness.
I am in love with it.
I am also still scatterbrained with all the change and love and emotions that are unfolding in me, with me.
So I will leave it here.
Pleased to meet you, July, loving the hanging out. So glad there is still time with you.
My commitment to you : to follow, to learn, to breathe, to feel.
My gratitude to you : for safety, for unfolding, for not having to worry and plan (for once), for amazing friends and long evenings and new discoveries and gifts and help, help help everywhere. I forgot there was so much help but I am remembering and THANK YOU.
Love,
Hannah
Hello, July –
“Speedy and weird” — yes, that’s the feeling, of continually racing (against) with the clock.
July, I would like to feel more jazzed about you, but right now I’ve got tiredness soaked deep into my bones. So what I’m looking and hoping for includes multidirectional patience and the kind of sleep that un-soaks the tiredness.
And also: lettering mojo, writing mojo, negotiating mojo, and what-to-do-next-with-my-hair-before-it-drives-me-so-crazy-that-I-just-shave-it-all-off moxie. 🙂
I promise to respect my yeses by saying no where/when it needs saying. And to give myself quality time with those yeses even when they amp up the monster jamborees.
I am grateful for many things, including my own bed, my own sofa, my friendships with feisty old ladies, incoming work, funny dogs, sassy men, sarongs, Chinese pickled cucumbers, postcards, Mapquest, minced garlic, cooperative technology, Exacto knives, and lavender lotion.