It’s time to say hello to September, isn’t it.
I have been avoiding this. Surprise!
Mostly because September means the chagim: all the complicated Jewish holidays and the New Year. The cheshbon nefesh (literally: soul accounting) that goes along with that.
And I haven’t wanted to turn inward. I haven’t wanted to reflect.
I know, I know. I like reflecting. But this past year has been full of so much hard for me.
And then this morning I thought of something incredibly reassuring.
A reassuring thing (for me!) about September.
It occurred to me all of a sudden that hey wait what if this year of hard is almost over.
A symbolic crossing of a symbolic bridge.
Which could happen anywhere, of course, but look: a convenient and beautiful new year that is already where I begin counting the months and moons.
Recently I learned that my playmate counts the days of the year, which I love. (So, for example, today is Day 250. Hello, Day 250!)
But why would I start counting in January? What if my Year of Grief And Sorrow (and yes, it is a year, not ten months and not fourteen, I just know this to be true) is about to end come September?
I have decided that this is the case. It is its own sweet form of Amnesty.
This is the month where I transition out of the passage of all the things that are lost and passage into the place of filling up again.
That’s what it’s here for, and that’s what I’m here for. This is what I came to this morning.
I woke up on September 1st and I said — out loud: “It is time to fill up again.”
I had no idea what it meant.
Replenishing. This is a good and desired thing, yes. But where did it come from?
Then the next day I flipped the page on the Playground calendar, and it turns out that this is the month of Filling Up.
I chose that for this month over a year ago, and it stuck.
This is the month for filling up. For filling back up. For undoing depletion. For harmonizing. For saying yes to provision. For filling all the wells and drinking from all the wells and being all the wells. For delighting in the idea of plenty.
This is the month of FILLING UP.
It is decided. :)
What do I want to fill up on, September?
I want to fill up on you, sweet month of transition and change.
I want to fill up on all the lovely smells.
I want to fill up on trust and support, on wonder and delight.
Agility and flexibility, safety and protection, love and more love.
Containment and spaciousness, grounding and buoyancy.
Freedom. Effervescence. Strength. Fortitude. Reassurance. Lightness. Beauty. Marveling. Creative play.
All the possibilities and all the openings, just like in shiva nata.
My September wishes:
Graceful navigation of all circumstances.
Presence. Less reactive and more curious.
Agile mind. Agile body.
Let me see beautiful things everywhere and be a source of beautiful things.
Things I’m looking forward to in September:
- Layers! Wearing them.
- Garden walks.
- Discovering perfect simple solutions and laughing about how I didn’t see them before.
- Entry for the Crossing.
- Seeing Bryan.
- Playing with my playmate and delighting in play.
- Rethinking what I want for the coming year: adjusting and moving with it.
What I want for September and for me-in-September….
Be a turning point.
Be a bend in the river.
Be the river.
Be full of clews. More and better!
Flow and passion and welcoming.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
Saying: I AM HERE NOW.
Being here now.
Play with me?
This practice is so different from month to month. I go with whatever comes. And this is what showed up this time (insert wry smile here).
For other variations, peek at: last July / August / September / October / November / December / January / February / March / April / May. A love letter to June. This year’s July and this year’s August.
You are welcome to write your own hello letter to September, 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 September possible. May it be full of unexpectedly good things. And love. All the love.