"Only he who lives well in the August is worthy of spring. I remember it well. It was when Julio left, that an icy and dull wind, which still dragged the leaves abandoned by autumn, told me some truths.
He convinced me that the sky would begin to metamorphose red.
That the dust raised by the wind teaches that things do not always stay in the same place and that, in the end, it must be understood that it only settles when the eddies go away.
It was when Julio left that my loneliness invited me into a conversation with myself.
And he told me about waiting times.
And he told me that the noise of the trees had something to say about acceptance.
And I kept thinking, how is it that they, the trees, accept the seasons to the point that, if they are shaken, their buds also blossom. But everything in its own time.
It was in August that I discovered that mad dogs are the cries that we do not throw to the wind. They are the particular tremors that our rigidity of certainties does not allow us to face.
The month of August has a lot to teach. Because August is a gardening month.
It is inside it, cradle of winter, where the seeds sleep.
They await their time to sprout.
August is keeper of good tidings, preparer of flowers.
August is when God allows nature to visibly translate the time of mutations.
Mute, says August in his seed message.
Accept, says August, like the cold wind that raises the dust and reddens the sky.
Share, says August, coats, warm soups, coffees with chocolate, tight hugs -they also shelter the soul and nestle the body-.
Spread your affections.
Winter is welcoming, it is time to prepare for September.
And, from September, we already know what to expect... the explosion of colors that in their most varied names come in the form of flowers.
Let's appreciate August, let's welcome it with the happy fright of those who defy the winds.
Let them rake and scatter the leaves, let them blow the dusts into the air.
Accept the waits, but go placing the pots in the window. Only he who lives the August well is worthy of spring."
Myrian Lucy Rezende.
Writer. Early Childhood Educator.