Published September 1, 2024

Well, a short nap is better than nothing, right? Yes, I’m awake. It’s still September.

It’s still September First.

The Wild Woman Rising calendar tells me so. And it tells me this:

HOUSE HOPE

“Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come,” as a Chinese proverb goes. Build a nest of intention. Create a house for belonging. Invite the birds of hope to rest and sing there. For when you keep your heart light with hope, it takes wing, and Wild Woman rises.

In two weeks I’ll likely post the song and related content (or related discontent) that comes to mind every mid-September. Regular readers will probably know the one.

It’s not this one, but we’ll all be singing and dancing to it at some point this month, so why wait? The 21st night of September is a long way off.

I’m not good at making those collages, but I enjoy it. If my fingers were tiny, the detail would be so much better. Sometimes it has to be good enough and you get back to your life. Or to napping.