New Month – August

August 1

Morning. Hello, you’ve brought sunshine, chirping birds, and rush hour traffic zooming by. And today you’ve brought a whole new month, fresh, sparkling, new with whole clear days to be seized, filled, or left empty.

Let me speak to empty. Space. No schedule. Puddling around. Lazy. Why would I say lazy? Something in me, inherent in my culture? Perhaps some unconscious troll lurking under my bridge of consciousness. I digress. Let me return to the stack of new days in the month. It feels almost like New Years. I could make a list of resolutions: more picnics, concerts, laughs. Do I remember how to laugh? A stretch into silliness … with crayons and happiness.

I become exuberant as I write. Choices flooding my in-thought … what I could do on this gaggle of days. Maybe a whole month to steer on, like an ocean with white-sailed boat. Fly over deep blue water. A universe of newness.

I am filled with the power of choice and I rejoice, taking pen and calendar, admiring the system called time and days. I start to pen in, one day, the next, till there is so much black ink I forget about my blue-ocean-sail-boat with sails brought to life with my breath, my imaginings for a whole universe of possibility. Maybe next month I’ll remember my list.