July this year arrived for me with warm days bordering on hot (according to my definition) and few clouds to blunt the force of the sun. It has been very different from May and June, which were reminiscent of Biblical lore and brought the name Noah to mind.
Those who have come by here in previous Julys and who actually have read the words posted here might recall that this month has been a time for dramatic changes in my life. Perhaps foremost is that I have been married twice in July and the divorces for both marriages were finalized in July. For a number of years, I have had an inner feeling that I am destined to have three wives and have thought it would be fascinating if all three marriages took place during the month of July. Whether that will be the case or not, it is absolutely certain there will be no third July marriage for me this year.
I also have had one child born in July, began active duty with the Marine Corps in July and I tasted combat for the first time in July .... well, many significant events have begun or ended for me during July, but that is mention of enough for this post. I assume you get the picture. And, July has not only been a month for doing, it has been a time for planning, for formulating, for devising -- and, some might also say, a time for scheming.
Not too long ago, I wrote in another post here that I have been building up to making another "run" in September or October -- a "run" being my way of describing another plunge into a way of life different from my usual manner of existence. If the "run" lasts for a year or longer, it becomes an "incarnation" –- a life within a life, so to speak. I am leaning toward making this "run" another one to Europe, but I cannot stop myself from wondering if I should choose somewhere else -- somewhere really new to me. And, I still am searching for suggestions, advice, ideas.
I have grown to be superstitious about months, and expect each of them to have certain traits and characteristics in regard to my life. There are months I fear and months I welcome. Is that not ridiculous? Is that not superstition carried to an extreme?
I suppose I am superstitious in several respects, and I have a tendency to believe life is inexplicable and enigmatic, and to take literally the notion that: "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
Which leads me back to autumn again. September. October. November. To paraphrase this time: Where to go, when to go, what to do? Those are the questions.