What you leave matters after First Harvest.

A seasonal prompt for you.

what am i gleaning
and vowing to grow?
and what's left to sow
while the songbirds are singing?

and vowing to grow,
in the good soil i'm making,
while the songbirds are singing
and i move in the wind with the freedom of harvest-

in the good soil i'm making 
blessed by my own promise
i move in the wind with the freedom of harvest.
what you leave matters after first harvest, but--

blessed by my own promise,
and what's left to sow,
what you leave matters after first harvest, but--
what am i gleaning?


[Friday August 9th, 2024.  Responding to Neon's prompt: "...early harvest as intention magic"]

A prompt for you…

We are just past the midpoint between Summer Solstice and the Autumn Equinox here in the Northern Hemisphere— a time of First Harvest.

August in this climate zone marks an edge time between gathering up summer’s bounty, planting one last crop before first frost & continuing to grow what isn’t quite ripe yet. That’s a lot of directions to focus your energy! And my creative/professional life is following form (though far from the farm).

This month always feels hectic and restless to me— like summer is finally in full-swing and yet it’s already ending. Are you already feeling the whisper of winter on your neck, or are you still in full summer magic? Is fall knocking on the door? What’s the vibe?

“Early Harvest As Intention Magic”: This is what Neon proposed as a seasonal prompt, and I got a lot out of it, so I’ll pass it to you. How is an early harvest a form of intention magic? Maybe you’d like to write yourself a little early harvest spell? What are you gleaning and vowing to grow?

We took that much-needed river tubing trip this month— and instead of the 3 hours of float we were promised, it took a full 7 hours to go 4 miles!

I will never complain about extra time on the river— it was perfect.

And, yes, the sludgy river is made of industrial poisons— but the bald eagles soaring overhead! The space to rest and think!!

The river was running so low and slow, there were many areas where it didn’t seem like our tubes were moving forward at all. Later, this struck me as pretty poetic. I thought, maybe stillness in flow is the precise medicine I need right now…

So, here’s the start of our seasonal…altar? Vision board? Intentions wall? Poetic poster station? Whatever it is, I’m letting all the First Harvest downloads just percolate together for a while outside of the sketchbook.

This is a really helpful way for me to meditate throughout the day on my current quality of time and make room for new and interesting creative connections. Do you do something like this too? If not, here’s an invitation to take your early-harvest-intention-magic and live with it out in the open for a while. 💝

*AND!: You can still call the Oracle Line and read your poetry/prose. +1 (503) 893-8199 — Messages left there eventually filter their way through the rocks and soil, interweaving and mixing with the voices that came before and after them until they re-emerge in new form— a mystical, co-creative audio transmission fed entirely by your magic.

I look forward to hearing about what you’re growing and reaping and sowing, friends.

xo,