Alas, the month of July is spent,
wondereth I whereto it went?
My attention seems to others lent,
I cannot fathom wherst July just went.
I woke up this morning and it was August. How did that happen? Seems just last week it was March, then April. The pandemic was swiftly changing everything. And we kept thinking surely it cannot last until summer...the heat will surely kill the virus and buy the scientists time to find the vaccine. But, no, we missed that boat. It is almost as if the boat was on the horizon and was torpedoed.
But here we are. May, June and now July. All gone. All a blur as we stay in our homes more, wear protective gear to go out, if we dare. Hope seems to be flagging quickly. Yet I tell myself do not despair. This too shall pass. It will. That's how things work. We rise and move on.
The first of every month always feels to me the chance for a new beginning. Set new goals. Start new projects. Finish the old ones. Take a deep breath and begin again. Twelve times a year. I noticed, even if you may not have, that I have been distracted from my own life by other priorities. It happens. Time to rein it is again. So here we go.
Even with advent of fire and hurricane seasons, excessive heat waves, pandemic fears, conflict and protests in the streets, twitter storms from above and more, it is what we make of it, how we react to it, that makes the difference. Do what we can as we can.
Let August begin with our hearts beating to rhythm of life as they always have as we soldier on.