September: the End of Summer
As is usual, apparently, August has steamrolled right through and smothered me in a warm, wet washclothy embrace. Now we are into September, and I am awash in the feelings and complicated thoughts that have arrived on the full moon in Pisces and Mercury’s retrograde phase.
Last month I read that fossilized remains of ichthyosaurus were found in the Swiss Alps along rock formations that were previously a lagoon. The earth heaved up the mountains and lifted the creatures nearly two miles into the air. It’s hard to understand what a wild, turbulent, crashing world that must have been, even moving at geologic speed. One day you’re swimming happily along, living your best dinosaur life, and the next you’re looking down from a great height and wondering what happened to the earth beneath your feet.
September feels like this right — disorienting, airy, ungrounded, unpredictable. Prone to sudden upheaval.
Perhaps this sudden upheaval is moving me to a better place, or, like the ichthyosaurus, I will open my eyes to a strange and unfamiliar scene.
Onward.
