August

August always suggests heat in my mind.

Parched grass, cracked mud, rubbery strands tickling my toes as a child. Burning sand. Crickets. Midgets. Ice-cream holidays for the lucky ones. The dark ocean beckoning us to cool in its silken depths. Children splashing, old ones sighing. Lovers entwined in sticky embrace. Animals shading. A month of still, a month of respectful heat.

I hope you find something beautiful in August, even if you remain pinned to the office, shop, warehouse or ward.

I hope you find a moment to pause, and feel the pulse of life in this intense dustbowl of days.

See you in September!

 

An August Blog

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As I write this, the sounds of beautiful music fill my kitchen.

The smell of a pot meal fires my hunger.

Outside the birds sing their roosting song, and

A tap splashes softly as I contemplate the year.

 

Summer sighs with winds that promise cooler days –

in spite of yellowed grasses,

It never quite reached its promise.

Yet I find gratitude for all I have learnt, and the laughter I hear as an echo.

 

For beyond the shadows that hurt

the laughter bubbles its effervescent stream –

if I listen hard enough.

Have a good August, and may you find full laughter.