Dog Days of Summer

Sep 19, 2023

I woke up this morning feeling a light crispness to the air πŸ‚, and the sun casting bright shadowy shapes on the hardwood floor ❍. Nature gracefully showing me she is making a definitive shift with the change in elements🌳.

I always find the transition in between seasons to be confusing πŸ€”, like standing in a pitch black room, surrounded by doors, but unsure as to which one to open up first. One door tells me it is time to start my Fall cleanse for my body, mind and spirit. Another door tells me to create a social media plan to meet my goals for the rest of the year.  Another urges me to pause and reflect. All of these options leave me feeling a bit restless in my mind and body. There is a tightness in my chest and incessant thoughts racing around my mind, wondering which door I will choose 😟.

There are thoughts that tell me I should already know and have my hand on the knob before it is too late. But there is a softer whisper, an intuitive allure πŸ‘ to linger in the darkness. After all, what is darkness other than the foundation of creation itself?

Here, I am reflecting and digesting the summer πŸ‰ with my leather bound journal and admiring what I created with a gracious heart πŸ₯Ί. I am getting my hands on every juicy fig I lay my eyes on and relishing in their sweet taste. I am taking more moments to pause, place my hand on my chest, listen to Spirit and just be.

What if there wasn't anything to do right now, but just to listen and be? I find my anxiety flares when I am disconnected from the voice within and became aggressively obsessed with trying to solve the answer with physical output 😀. All the while, the answers silently swirl within me, waiting for me to take a silent pause to receive the message πŸ‘πŸΌ.

Why is the darkness so uncomfortable and confronting at times? I think back to when I was a little girl and was petrified of the dark. I had a night light by my bedside until I was far too old ✨. Maybe it was my sensitivity that picked up on energies of every kind or maybe it was the feeling of being alone that swallowed me whole. A combo of both, I am sure.

But what is true aloneness other than the feeling of being irrevocably connected to the deepest parts of yourself ❀️? What is more grounding and peaceful than trusting and accepting every part of you? Piece by piece, I am taking the time to love the part of me that fears if I will not make my goals for the second half of the year πŸ˜”. I am witnessing the shame I feel for not making a goal sooner than anticipated, and the shame I feel when I make a mistake from moving too fast πŸ˜–. I am celebrating my recent accomplishments and how much I have stepped into my power πŸ”₯ and reclaimed my independence. I am accepting all parts of me and feeling more whole with every reclamation.

So while the western world is marketing Halloween decor and pumpkin everything, I am choosing to be in this subliminal space where infinite potential is available. A sweet, juicy pause before the tides shift 🌊.

How are you enjoying this sacred pause in between seasons? What is keeping you grounded🌻?


Angelica Rose

The Divine Feminine Healer