Surrendering to August

on days
like this
…. heavy, ripe, still…

the simple
act of
lifting hands
to ease
silver-brown
tendrils
away from
time-etched
hazel eyes
becomes a
lazy dance
of languid fingers
leading listless
palms trailed by
reluctant elbows

August …
your haze
consumes
impetus ….

early summer’s
green and gold
momentum
restlessly
trapped
in endless
soft

in blurs of
waiting for
autumn’s
quickening
rub and
rustle

August …
I see you.

I feel your plan.

you live
to pause…

and pause
to live

my wise body follows

cells and bones
laughing gently

productivity-thwarted mind
spins, sputtering confused
directives

in the end
August…
you win

in the end
– despite myself –
so do I

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I’m Tracie Nichols, M.A. I guide edge-walking women through the wild and unpredictable borderlands of deep growth and change. I especially love supporting highly sensitive, intuitive and body-wise women who are creating businesses of their own. I’m a business and life coach, aromatherapist, poet and rebel crone.

You can find me on my website, Instagram and Facebook.

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