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.
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.
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.