Squirrels, Crows, and Stoking the Golden Light of September

On light

“But it looks so dark out there,” cried squirrel.

“And that’s why,” explained crow, tapping her chest, “it’s never been more important to live in here.”

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📷: Parts + pieces of Am I Blue and Pride
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Oh September, with your wily ways, what news have you of what lies ahead?

While overripe fruit rots on vine, new flowers sprout hope on another; yours is a month of contradictions.

Do you know, my friend of pistil and stamen, what barren days are yet to come?

As you chill our morning floors, an afternoon sun pierces cumulus, stirring memories of a summer stubborn + not quite ready to be done.

Alas, ye of angle and tilt, are you braced for those dark shadows that lurk in the short days ahead? Is it really almost time to hibernate once more?

Look there, where once blank then green, red orange leaves now fill the skeletal space between branch and sky; a reminder that to be filled we must first empty, again and again.

As squirrels and crows hop and dip on grass newly green, September extends her hand for one last go:

“Hold on to wonder,” she says. “Fill your lungs with hope. Let those golden rays dance between your fingers, truth can still be found for those who look beyond.”

“And yet prepare you must – the good work is never done. Night will come. It always does. But darkness need not rise. Continue to stoke the fire, to center on light, to find the joy.”

We’re headed into the thick of it, friends. And we will be alright. We will be alright.

What’s your favorite thing about these latter September days?

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PS - These mobiles were made while taking part in the @makersforkamala event this week, raising over $125K for light and hope.