Various cultures dating back thousands years have celebrated this important and special day. The elements they used have been to honour the day and still carrying on to this day. Although there might be slight alterations to the ceremonies the underlying reason still stands.
June is bursting out all over. Summer holidays, bbqs and family get togethers. I love this time of year. Everything is in bloom. Trees are blossoming, grass is green and everything in the world is fresh and sparkly. Maybe it’s the sun, maybe a change in pace or perhaps the happy prospect of getting together with friends or family and watching the sun go down. I’m lucky enough to live outside the city with the countryside minutes away. One minute I’m strolling along pavement the next I’m hip deep in maze fields of golden yellow with nothing to see for miles, except a clear blue sky and green fields and yellow of course.
When I think of August I always smile because it’s the month my son was born and my life changed forever. I suddenly became an adult. I think I had always been old for my years. New people I met as a child would always proclaim ‘Oh my goodness. There’s an old soul!’ Strange but even at 4 or 5 years old, I knew what they meant.