August Threshold Message | Nature of Virgo

As we cross into August, I’m reminded that healing rarely arrives looking tidy.

It comes with mud on its boots, grief in its hands, and the quiet knowing that something has run its course.

This month begins with a whisper, not a roar.

The 10 of Swords met me gently this morning — not to wound, but to witness.

To remind me:

“You can lay it down now. The weight, the worry, the need to carry it all.”

There’s a light still on in the distance.

The soil is soft.

The birds are rising.

This isn’t an end it’s a beginning with dirt under its nails.

So as July falls away, I step barefoot into August not perfectly, but honestly.

Not with answers, but with openness.

May this month be a return to what matters.

To slowness, truth, and the kind of light that doesn’t ask to be earned.

I let go of what I no longer need, and I trust what is quietly becoming.

I do not rush the healing.

I do not force the light.

I walk gently, and I let the earth hold me.