It's after the Summer Solstice. I have been thinking about how this is supposed to be the time of Enchantment and Transformation--a time to try to reframe how to see the world. Or, at least, that's how I frame the Summer Solstice. When I'm not sneezing from pollen and sweating to death from the heat. (Luckily, this year the 90F heat waited a week to come.)
In terms of Transformation.... I've been looking at how I write in terms of my career and life. It bothers me that I'm almost 50 and not more published. (And, yes; I have some time management problems I need to deal with.). If I want to write and have it contribute to my household, I need to think about writing more like a job. Bleah--which means I have to think in terms of annoying things like retirement, and healthcare, and taxes. (Pause for an indulgent fantasy about a writer shrine to John where he sits and writes while grateful readers bring chocolate, tea, and massages (and little prosessions with fans and banners during writing breaks) and a business manager handles the workman's comp issues for the litter-bearers.).
After the Solstice Enchanter comes the Hunter of the Ides of Summer. The Hunter is the goal he wishes to reach... And I've got some move work to do before I reach the Hunter state. Or, to put it a different way, before the goal I'm aiming at is something I'm being mindful about instead of a default consequence of undisciplined choices.