Maybe the collective act of lighting out fall smelling candles, and switching from iced to hot coffee (or maybe even gasp! A PSL) maybe we are using out collective magic to summon fall. I am praying for rain to quench the land. Praying for cooler, more comfortable weather. I can feel the crisp chill coming.
Maybe when we do this, we are tapping into that which has sustained us as a species. We, the ones who grow and nurture the next generation, the ones who literally do the labor of bringing the future to life. Maybe we can harness that drive for collective comfort and ease in our own homes and lives, and push it forth to the rest of the world. May we all know peace.
And just maybe, when we are derided by being called “basic” for longing for the sweet simplicity of enjoying the changing of the seasons, it is yet another attempt to diminish our collective power.
*when I say WE, I am literally talking to me, myself, and I. <3
