Peridot...dot...dot
Method dressing for birthday month.
I began August in the same location as recalled in some of my earliest memories.
Under the foundation of a house.
When I was three years old, my parents were building the home in which they would raise two little red headed girls, and as we waited for my younger sister to arrive, I spent many days with my father at the construction site, discovering the catacombs beneath the beams and aluminum pipes.
Yesterday morning, I set out to replace the filter of the furnace in our pre-1968 rental, and me, being well, me, I couldn’t resist the symbolic parallels that tugged at me.
I have a hunch that my Saturn is beginning to return 30 days away from my 27th birthday. So, that tells me to meet every day of this month with a particular intention, from treat myself moments to digging up the magpied wad of lessons I skimmed over in the past year.
Not to mention 23 months of sobriety. Exposure therapy.
After my thoughts on spelunking, I am considering what August means to me, apart from another trip around the sun. I am brought back in memory to the house under which I used to crawl and the pastures where I performed ballads for the grazing horses.
It is always that particular green color. I think of the infinite blades of grass and foliage that make way for new hues untapped by a painter’s palette.
The green that takes over as a late summer ode, adjacent to the birth stone assigned to August, peridot, chartreuse day dreams dusted with a supernatural layer of sunshine.
If June is the vinedresser, then August is the harvest.
Before we slip into autumnal uniform dressing, let’s wrap ourselves in shades of growth once more.
You have helped me accept my birthstone of Peridot. Thank you!
happy almost birthday and congrats on 23 months 💚💚💚