I think of the crisp fall days ahead- and the relief they provide from the hot and humid summer.
The promise of holiday season is felt in large stores- I love them all from Halloween to New Year Day...
School has started, so no dreading that anymore. By now, we are all in a pretty good routine every year. A routine that is as welcome as it is dreaded, in some ways.
There are memories of Hurricane Katrina. The fear when I could not find gas coming home from the temple, going down 29.
There are memories of September 11, 2001. The true horror that I might never see my daughter again. When I left work to get her, the news was reporting 5 missing planes, and for whatever reason, in my mind, I decided Charlottesville, VA might be a target. A lot of us did. When I got to her preschool, Valerie was surrounded by a huddle of little children, most of whom, whose parents came to pick them up too.
I think of all the student loan promissory notes I signed in September- and the burden they are now.
I think of the mums that start to bloom, and the grass that starts growing a little less, thank goodness.
I think of opening the windows at night, and turning the air conditioner off.
I think of wearing a fleece for my walks in the morning.
September this year is familiar with these feelings and a distinct gratitude. Things are shifting. Slow, the shift has been. Imperceptible, at times. KNOWING change is coming, yet having a lot of that change incorporate slowly makes it so slow, and so anticipated.
This is good though. I am lighter, freer, happier, satisfied at the end of the day, and beginning to see the forest instead of the huge, imposing trees. That is a relief.
Welcome, September. Be kind. you did not start off incredibly well.
Sept 1... moving heavy things...
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