August: Harvesting Magic.

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And so it is the last day of August.
The last page to write describing this beautiful summer.
The window of a mysterious pathway of healing and ethereal, authentic love.

August was a month in which I harvested the magical fruits of the seeds I have planted since June. Of course, it is only the first harvest, still the seeds are not strong enough, the ground not richly fertile; but they are luscious fruits and they're all beuatiful and young. I am proud of how wonderfully they have grown this summer.



Okay, enough with those metaphors. The past years proved that August is a month to experience pain, but I didn't intend it this time around. There is pain in August, but I redirected my focus to somehow accept that yes, it's time to say goodbye to all of those wonderful, summery memories. However, there are other fulfilling aspects that have to be remembered and honoured. I have worked hard for so many things and I wanted to witness them evolve and show me the magic they behold.

For instance, I harvested the magic that came around with finding my voice; asserting and empowering my values and ideas. It was hard at first, there was resistance and it felt different. But I was persistent and didn't stop. I had some moments in which my father and sister were quite shocked about how strictly I was reaffirming what I wanted because I never did it before. I used to whisper my needs or never actually say them aloud. But I know this needs to change if I want to heal from the consequences of passivity. Of course, I always wanted to step back and go back to my old ways of speaking up, but I am now reaping the fruits of what it's like to be heard and respected. It is very empowering indeed.



I harvested the magic of setting intentions, again. It was miraculous, seeing those dreams coming true. I did something quite brave and trusting at the beginning of this month. I made some plans and left the rest for the universe to deal with, and I watched it all aligning according to my intentions. This is how I will live my life. This is how I am going to reach my ideals whether at work, in my relationships or regarding my health. Sometimes the mind is lost, and those intentions don't seem to work; there is this resistance and it's keeping you from believing that it will be alright. Eventually, it is alright. I have learned in those times, to quiet my mind, close my eyes and trust. Pay attention to my breath and focus on what there is to love. And with this heart of mine, I can find so many things to love, and I'll always be grateful for this.

August showed me some of my flaws in the way I live, you know? I tend to live in my head a lot. I could be standing in the corner of the room, my mind completely zoning out to a different realm where I could safely think of plans and other things to imagine. It's nice but, to others, I seem to be emotionaly cold and out of reach, especially to those I do not connect with so much, which I am sure is hurtful. Sometimes I would be in the park with my sister and my mind would be replaying a scene over and over again, and I'd totally forget that I am here, with her, hearing her laugh and exploring her funny ways. Sometimes, I'd just snap out of it, focus on being present and laugh along but other times, I just forget. It's one of the things I dislike about myself; this state of being consumed by fantasies instead of the little things of everyday life. I keep longing for dreams to come true and when I'm there, I am already thinking of what's next to dream about. It doesn't allow me to be there for those surrounding me, which is something I am striving to change.



August had been such an artistic, creative month, too. Actually, I did my best to stay away from social media and spend most of my time exploring ways I could express myself and grow artistically. I took a break from working and researching and told myself to enjoy this last month of vacation. I feel guilty of course, but I'm sure it's healthy to just be solely creative every once in a while. So, I've been exploring my deepest poetic side, painting, dancing and bonding with my body. It's beautiful and free. I believe I'm always the best version of myself when I am creating something. I'm sure many people feel that way.



September is coming, now. It's time for new, exciting responsibilties. It's time to execute, take my plans to the daylight and hustle. I've been working for this month since the beginning of summer. But, it won't be that. I'll also be packing my bags, preparing my goodbye to leave this whole era behind. What's coming around the corner, I'm not sure. But life had been preparing me for some magical things.

I am not on the other side of healing, yet. I have so many issues to resolve, so many days I've felt so low and afraid, so many lies I've believed to let go. Perhaps it's not about the destination; it's the journey. It's the time we take every single day to close our eyes, breathe and remind ourselves of love. It's looking into the eyes of those surrounding us and wish them the best, empower them with kindness. It's every boundary you're following to be true to yourself, to maintain discipline. It's this basket of fruit you carry with your very hands, this collection of blessings.


Aren't you just grateful for how things are unfolding? I pray that you are. I pray that you're observing your awareness for beauty grow and turn to finding ways to create it for yourself and others around you.

I pray that you trust that all will be well.

Enter September.

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