I never intended to wait so long to write this entry, but sometimes words are hard to come by when there is more action than there is time for introspection. July has been filled. July is overflowing. Now, on the eve of its final day, I have a moment to back away from the canvas. A moment, in the twilight of the month: the blue hour.

Back in April, I saw a lecture by inspiring writer Rebecca Solnit, who said that the twilight is the hour when the dog becomes the wolf. This idea has lingered within me ever since. In the blue hour—a time of alchemy and metamorphosis—I become feral. Wild. What will August bring, I wonder?

This year has been transformative for me, so far. I have been trying to improve my awareness of the energy I feel, project, and absorb. I have tried to be less afraid, less avoidant, and more open to the possibility of genuine connection and sincere personal experience. Perhaps, one day, the trying will dissipate into being.

(my sister and I three days ago at the transformational festival Faerieworlds -- photo by Roger Rix)