August as It Was

In a nutshell. Mood. Hump Day. Shenanigans. Not at the top of the mountain but not at the bottom either. Hanging on as always with a smile as life is for the living and no one can’t take that away from you. August as it was, thank you. A blessed and beautiful September dear ones. Make it worthy, the month of your breakthroughs. Faith is all we got; keep it alive. Much love!

Hello August 2020

It is I looking at the universe and wondering were July has gone and who gave you permission to introduce yourself, August. Four months to the new year, I heard. Hello, glad you are here. Hope you brought some good news.

As if I could touch the ending, the invisible lane hoping all the burdens wiped away by the artist brush stroke, would be left at the curbside. As if all, one heavy, embroidered year that has been 2020 tidily arranged on a bucket of rocks and left by a construction site, would be done on earth as it is in heaven at the click of fingers. But as scripted on the book of life, stories will be told and carried over at turn of the page and dropped like one hot BBQ chicken coming off the grill. It is a given. It won’t just be discarded like an empty suit or used paper napkin at the dinner table. It will still be there sitting in a corner, dejected like a maggot waiting for another soul to devour and moons to touch.

We are all anxiously awaiting the death of the doom, the apple falling in the bright night bringing joy to pupils who wished the year was here today so, they could bless the freshly minted with a smile, cuddle it as their best toy and won’t let go. They hope to ring in the old glory that once stood. I hear hearts pumping, loud, louder, kicking and gesturing like a Radio City Rockettes but time is the essence, it will tell. It won’t be stingy but I suggest we invite faith to trail right along to easy up our burdens.

Pretending we have not, fake it isn’t but real it will be with scores of uncelebrated milestones, places to visit, family reunions to settle. Unless we are Him and we are not, handicapped by our own shortcomings we wait patiently with ease, unable to remove the entangled rope but sitting quietly at the beach, we hear the sounds of the boombox, the new wave majestically washing ashore, the page turner that will give us a new tune.

Pic of the Day: Hello August!

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It is August or as we say in Portuguese, Agosto. You take the “a” out and you are left with “gosto” which is ” to like” and in certain situations, “adore”, “love”. Yes, love. I love and adore life. I love my family and friends. I love the craze in me. I love today, tomorrow, and anything and everything in between, and not to be undone, I love yesterday or as we say, past and its puzzles, tears and sweat. Bring on the popcorn August and what comes with it, the flowers, the stones and the blessings. I can see 2016 from afar when another set of resolutions are made and come August, you realize you are not even half way done. Bring on August and back to school madness or as my car would say, can I change into a drone pleaaase? Find me an air way, this traffic is horrendous. Bring on August and the end of the season sells and the shenanigans of Christmas. Hey little lady, I smell you. Now, you are talking my language. Happy August!