08/27/2026
August held a lot.
The circle on the 8th. The stories from Sebastopol still settling. The lessons Spirit has been patient enough to keep offering.
As this month closes I find myself doing what I always do at the end of something full.
I sit with it.
I let it be what it was without trying to make it into something more or something less.
And then I open my hands for what is coming next.
September is on its way. And if August taught us anything β it is that the rhythm does not stop just because the calendar turns.
It just begins again.
Come back. The circle will be here.
Aho.