Friday, August 7, 2009
Simmer Down, Reya
Though it is not my favorite month,** I like the spaciousness of August here in Washington DC. Congress goes into recess (which doesn't mean they stop working - oh no, they NEVER stop working). Even so, the energetic buzz and mad swirling around the Capitol softens a bit, which is such a relief. It's a palpable change.
On the Hill and elsewhere, the citizens of DC get out of town in August. People go to upstate New York or Maine or the beach, or in the other direction, into the Appalachians, to rest, recoup. The folks who stick around dress more casually, go in to the office a bit later or knock off earlier. Even the most devoted professionals tend to sneak away from work to have a massage or a long lunch, or take long weekends. The mobs of tourists thin out as well. The city becomes almost sleepy. Almost. It's remarkable.
I'm thinking I should take a cue from the mood of the city, and try to settle down in the wake of the eclipses and this summer of sudden and unexpected deaths (including the death of my dog).
In August, the energy body of Washington DC takes a deep breath, puts its feet up, has a tall glass of iced sweet tea. Isn't that nice? Maybe I should try to dance in shamanic alignment with that energy for a couple of weeks before I, too, get out of town at the end of the month. Yes? I say Yes! Oh yeah.
**August: Hot, humid, toxic air, metallic skies (usually - this year the weather has been great, at least so far). August is when the gardens begin to fade, the trees begin to droop, and the grass starts turning brown. It's also when the mosquitoes start getting really vicious. In August, the daylight declines noticeably. It's not my favorite month.
Look at the size of that leaf! That's a rosemary bush on the left side of the pic. Wow.