Writing Through August: When the Moon Meets the Muse
August has always felt like a turning point. Not quite summer, not yet fall. Just… suspended, glowing with a quiet invitation.
This year, I’ve been paying attention to the rhythm of the summer months. The way the days feel stretched and golden. The way stillness sneaks in between writing sessions. The way the sky changes, especially the moon.
There’s something about writing in sync with the season. August, with its moonlit milestones and gentle shifts, has a way of drawing the words out of me. Not forcefully, but with intention.
The Moon Is Speaking. Are You Listening?
Last night, as I drove down the highway, my two-year-old niece kept pointing out the moon.
“Look, Auntie,” she said again and again, her voice filled with awe. “Look at the moon. Sooo big.”
Her beautiful voice. So soft. So innocent. So full of wonder.
That moment stayed with me. It reminded me that something as ancient as the moon can still feel brand new when we slow down enough to notice.
August began with that same quiet pull to pay attention.
On the first of the month came Lughnasadh, the old Celtic harvest festival that invites us to pause and reflect on what we’ve grown. Now, just a few days away, the Sturgeon Moon will rise on August 9. It’s named for the season’s natural abundance and is often seen as a time for gratitude and inner reflection.
In my own life, that reflection has shown up as a deeper trust in the creative process. The discipline. The quiet breakthroughs. The momentum that doesn’t always feel like momentum, but proves itself with time.
On August 23, we’ll meet the New Moon in Leo. This moon invites self-expression, confidence, and clarity. It’s not about being the loudest voice. It’s about standing fully in your truth and allowing it to shine, even while it’s still unfolding.
Whether you’re finishing a revision, returning to your journal, or opening a blank page for the first time in months, this moment is made for reconnecting with your creative fire.
The Beauty of the In-Between
August lives in the liminal. The space between where we’ve been and where we’re going. The pause between chapters, the breath before the leap.
There is strength in that space if we let ourselves stay there long enough to notice it.
Lately, writing has felt more like listening than producing. Listening to the characters. To the inner voice that knows. To the version of myself that is quietly forming on the other side of this story.
And somehow, that feels like enough.
If You’re Feeling the Shift
You are not behind. You are simply aligning.
So take the walk. Write without an agenda. Revisit the notes you forgot you made. Let the distractions fall away.
August doesn’t demand perfection. It offers space. And sometimes, space is all the muse really needed.
