The month of April was for slowing.
It was one for realizations of simple truths; for excitement and longing, for coffee and tea and allergies. It held twilit ice cream ventures and hoop-shoots. It was for absorbing as much sun as possible and being given more clarity through it all.
The month of April was to be slowed and surprised.
The month of February was one for facing my fears.
It was one for soup and coffee dates with new people (the start of something), for getting taxes finished early; it was for scarves, sushi and sunlight. February was for line dances, bloody noses, succulents, and for crafting all night long. It was the month that held production week safely in her arms: encouraging me, driving me, and beginning to guide me into something greater than I expected.
February was for finding new homes.
January was for trying new things.
Not intentionally, of course. Not as a new year resolution. But this month definitely surprised me with pleasant experiences when I would surrender myself to them. It was a month gracious with quality time, heart-palpitating music, late night pizza and ice cream, green grass and inches of snow.
It was a month of serendipity, one might say; fortunate accidents.
The month of December was one for lament.
She was filled with nostalgic air; inhabited with days of gift-making, plot-scheming, power outages, unusually gracious sunny days, familiar paths, my first car; and dearly unexpected encounters, new appreciations, old connections.
December carried heaviness with its days, as I remembered back a year ago at this time, but she also held such delight, a newfound excitement for the holidays like I have never known.
November was for the unexpected.
It was for solo road trips to unknown places: reunions, poutine, face masks, arm scratches, watercolor, and the long-awaited exploration of abandoned buildings. It was a month scattered with broken days, twinkle lights, long awaited unions, sportsball, tried traditions, first snows, not enough coffee dates, and kisses in the rain.
November was an in-between month, one of confusion in seasons: trying to understand why there is no snow in me when I expect there should be.
The month of October was for teaching me to be vibrant like the leaves, no matter my state: to simply give life and make it.
It was a month of watercolor, car conversations, asking questions I never thought to ask, donuts, gourds and mini pumpkins, the color red, leaf crunches, and it was also filled with lucky finds and lucky keeps.
October was a month of gaining confidence in the state of things; learning that people have seasons, if you will.
September flew by. A pity, as it is one of my very favorite months of the year.
This month was one of finding great joy in being with old friends, and great delight in finding new ones. It was one for reunions and long, rich talks; my first ever taste of gelato (if you are ever in Portland, ME, try out Gelato Fiasco), lonely travel, the Atlantic, interlocked toes, star-spinning, golden hours, new business ventures, flower crowns, and fiery skies.
September was, like me, the beginning of a new season. One of challenge and fight. Funny, the way my seasons seem to follow that of the earth's.
This month was one for challenging thought, distance, and learning yet again to say goodbye with grace.
August was a month filled with moments of, "wow, look at that light!" It was one of firsts and lasts, of cute toddlers and cute hedgehogs, of empty rooms, thought-provoking coffee dates, and singing around fire pits. It was spiced up with thunderstorm chases, awakened childhood memories, and a rekindled passion to create.
August had the tendency to feel lonely, yet it brimmed with light and new starts.
July was for overcoming self, even when it meant a lot of tears and confusion.
It was a month of both rapid and static waters, road trips, checking off more bucket list items, oddball moods, jam sessions, flowery braids, hard lessons (always), and beautiful moments of pause.
This July was for adventure, as all Julys should be.
June was a month for relearning grace, confidence, and choosing not to speak.
It was a month of adventure, summer solstice, flowers-in-hair, bubbles, unexpected weddings, new starts, golden light, forgetting to take pictures, tans, and fireflies.
This was a month for checking off bucket list items (or at least one), and for healing.
