Dog Day Blues

I've been in a total slump lately. My energy levels have been low; I've been a little irritable, anxious, and depressed. Much of this could certainly be attributed to the growing fears of this umpteenth wave of the pandemic. Indeed, it feels like déjà vu- the trauma of last year combined and the sinking realization that we may not be through the worst of it and our life-saving vaccine may not be foolproof.

But we don't need any reminders about the scariness of this moment. It is on our minds all the time, especially if we are in positions of leadership and have to make decisions.

Rather, what I'm here to discuss is a different source of unpleasantness, lol. Though one that is seasonal and will hopefully soon change. What I'm describing is this time of the year, most notably in the south, where what seems to be endless heat and humidity begins to take its toll on us both physically and emotionally. This time is often referred to as "dog days."

Though the technical definition says it lasts from July 3rd to August 11, I consider it pretty much the whole period from mid-July through the first wave of cool air that usually arrives sometime in September. The term has its origins in astrology but has slowly morphed into a catchall for all the discomforts of late summer.

Heat and sweltering nights have long been associated with heightened levels of violence and general irritability. Murders increase, road rage, theft, incidences of domestic violence... people just lash out. In my own experience, I notice an annual repeating pattern of high anxiety and depression. One occurring after the holidays through January, and the other occurring now. I think it is important for us to understand our internal cycles because it gives us some comfort in knowing "this too shall pass," and I can at least explain this "uncomfortable" feeling. "Perhaps I'm not completely crazy!"

Even though it may seem endless, this time will gradually shift into the refreshing miracle of fall. A time of crisp mornings, red spider lilies, the intoxicating smell of tea olive and elaeagnus, roadside goldenrods, and renewed energy and vigor. The heaviness of dog days will ease, and the constant rattling of air conditioners will subside. And people will just seem happier.

Seasonal change is a source of inspiration and gratitude for me. And I hope that during the weeks ahead you take time to notice the subtle changes happening in nature. Even if it isn't immediately obvious and still a sweltering 90F, transformation is taking place! Take note of the shortening days, the changes in sunlight, the migrating birds... all around us, nature is in motion. I know that if I just take a short moment to truly observe nature, that alone will help heal my naturally anxious brain.