Some months are expected to go off without a hitch. That’s what I expect from August…that nonchalant, confident month that asserts “your summer wasn’t much of anything until you met me.”
It was surprisingly rainy this year and it fit my mood quite well.
Some very dear people in my life relocated or became seriously ill. Emotional energy drains me in a way that is incomparable.
So, I appreciate that August wasn’t quite so rough and tumble. That it gave me moments to contemplate…where the rain could camouflage my tears.
I’ve lost a lot this month, but, somehow, I retain my hope.
“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear…” – C.S. Lewis