August is the slow, gentle month that stretches out the longest across the span of a year. It yawns and lingers on with the light in its palms.
Victoria Erickson
There’s a shift that happens in August. It’s nearly imperceptible at first, but then all of a sudden I can tell. The days are noticeably shorter. The light is different.
Summer is winding down.
Rather than feel melancholy about this, I have learned to appreciate the gifts of August. I have come to think of it as an in-between time, a kind of liminal space if you will. A month that lingers somewhere between what was and what is yet to come.
As August lingers, rather than immediately move on to the next thing, I am trying to be present to all of her slow, gentle magic.
Love, Kelly
Hi Kelly – it’s been a long while since I visited IG and when I searched your name, reading your last post, well, here I am. Hoping this comment will post. So happy to still see your photography and your world! Blessings to you and your sweet family.
Hi Beverly! Thank you so much for stopping by my blog with such kind words. Blessings to you and yours as well. xo