I am looking for ways to orient right now. Here is one that offered some location for me. Sending love as we traverse this time.
January, the month of the long grey soft nights. The time when the fire is quiet. Scrubbed clean, new, tired, spacious
February, the month of the stark returns, pink dawns, the heron’s scratchy voice.
March, the month of the stinging green taste of Spring. Tender, dangerous, potent.
April, the month of budding, planting and forgetting, powder soft with blooming branches.
May, the month of verdant wonder. Explodingly alive.
June, the month of the green, yellow togetherness. Pollen clouds and the tart cherries.
July, the month of long days and ripened fruits.
August, the month of dusty warm blackberries, languid jelly fish, deep blue waters, and sparkling star showers.
September, the month of turning and becoming again.
October, the month of muchness, birthdays, and ofrendas.
November, the month of orange sunsets and wind. Raspy in its draws.
December, the month of endless blue dawns, evergreens.
Born in March, I love the new way you suggest to look at the season. Dangerous, Potent ❤️Thank you
I love this so much! More than once I've put together my own list of "seasons", mostly in terms of what's happening in my patch of nature at that time. I hadn't contemplated that it was a way of orienting myself but yes, it is!