cul·mi·nate1
/ˈkəlməˌnāt/
verb
reach a climax or point of highest development:
synonyms: come to a climax, come to a head, peak, climax; …
Having a birthday in September has taught me many things this year. I didn’t understand why I was so intensely effected by what most felt to have been a tremendous Summer. That it was. The sun shone on a daily basis, with its joyous rays peering down upon us all. However, if I wasn’t on
or near beach, I found myself unusually frustrated and irritable. You name it. I loved the misty grey mornings as they arrived at the crack of dawn, many days offering a beautiful gloomy overcast. Grey skies. Neutral, quiet, calm. Then poof. Gone. The relentless rays of the sun begin to poke through the muted skies of grey. Next thing I saw were the crisp cerulean blue skies peaking through and then, voila… She (the Sun) appeared stronger, vivid and even more majestic than the days prior. When will this change? June, July, August and now here we are in September, nothing’s changed! Barely even a tinge of chill in the air. The relentless Sun lit up the skies daily, allowing the long distance between my respite of darkness. Dusk to dawn. How dare she! Vitamin D is very important in our daily intake of vitamins granted, but I decided at this point in the intense heat of the summer, I’ll drink it. I’ll eat oranges daily. Just leave me alone! Not an option this time around. The sun has created havoc on my soul. There was no water.
No balance. The concept of water falling from the sky ( rain) became as valuable as a pot of gold. A figment of my imagination. Easy to imagine since it’s what kept my hopes up, but yet- Mother Nature… How could you be depriving us so? Hark! Born in September. Earth sign. Balance required. TOO MUCH FIRE! My soul is burning to a crisp!
This is what I’ve learned this season from my solar birth month. I am so happy to be born again this month. Yes. We all go through this, depending on your own birth month. Mine happens to have been bloody sick of the summer! First time for everything and shocking that I state this here, in my blog journey. I now realize why I love Morticia Adams and her whole entire family right about now. I am all set to move into that house of theirs and live happily ever after. Dark, musty interesting like a haunted museum. Now we’re talking!
I’ll come out for that stray ray of sun or a down pour and thunderstorm. Hopefully soon, a blanket of calming snow will cover the ground and bring us all peace. At least me. But for now, the sunsets I can catch nightly, from my dwelling will help calm my soul.
Once upon a time, putting my focus on the weather aside, I simultaneously am planning to open my “atelier” to clients, friends, customers. On September 25, we celebrate the gradual ending of Summer, and my birthday, here in Weston. I will have my gemstones on display, have a guest visitor: my sister, Celeste here, along with her own jewelry collection. Providing some of my vendors ship on time, I’ll be offering some Autumn apparel also. Diane Fraser will be reading insights for you privately. See the invitation embedded here. Let’s celebrate this wonderful season together. RSVP requested, please.
I took a break from writing last month. The dry weather just wasn’t inspiring me. I hope you enjoyed this short journey, and my messages within it.
Yours in joy,
Dava