Farewell August, Welcome September

“In the Stillness of a New Season”

Photo by David Bartus

A Soft Reflection on Summer’s End

Summer is coming to an end.

I felt it quietly for the first time while sitting alone at the bar in the Regent Hotel, waiting for my food to arrive. There was a certain stillness in the air, as if the universe was whispering that a chapter was closing. It wasn’t loud or dramatic. Just soft. Subtle. Honest.

So, I leaned back and let the moment hold me.

My mind drifts through memories of this summer, capturing moments of warmth, laughter, activity, and magic. I recall long drives, golden sunsets, hugs that felt like home, new faces, and old dreams. It was a time of courage and rest some days I felt everything deeply, while other days I floated effortlessly.

And in that stillness, I realized just how complete this summer has been.

Not in a loud or busy way, but full in the way that truly matters through presence. Of being here, of living in the now, of breathing in the small, quiet joys that made this season unforgettable. I’m so grateful for that.

Welcoming September: A New Season of Meaning

September feels like a gentle doorway, a shift not only in the weather but also in the heart.

It embodies reflection, grounding, and a return to oneself. This month feels sacred; it reminds me that life is not just about chasing dreams but also about preparing for them with intention.

September is a gentle reminder to slow down, light a candle, write a new intention, sip warm tea, and sit with what’s real.

As I say goodbye to summer’s sunlit freedom, I embrace September’s calm. I welcome the opportunity to reset, dream anew, and nurture what’s inside.

A Glimpse of What’s Next...

Before I go, I still want to share one more summer memory. My recent trip to Santa Monica and Disneyland was full of ocean breezes, childhood joy, and the kind of magic that stays long after the moment passes.

I’ve been meaning to write about this, but life has been busy since I got back, and I’m learning to be gentle with myself about the delay. Sometimes, memories unfold slowly on the page. But they’re coming. And I can’t wait to take you with me on that journey soon.

So, stay close. There’s still more to feel, remember, and dream.

To August: Thank you for the memories.
To September: I’m ready for your softness.

Always dreaming,
Deja 🤍