This poster by Courtney E. Martin and Wendy Macnaughton hangs in my bathroom. I work at home so you can imagine how many times a day I see this message. It’s a powerful message, an important message, and what I want to do. And what I’m having the biggest challenge doing.
We are in the Dog Days of Summer, which began July 3 and end August 11. Many believe these summer days were given that name in reference to the heat, and that even dogs are stricken lazy by it. During these Dog Days, we may find our writing lagging, too.
But the term Dog Days of Summer isn’t about the heat or lazy dogs. Actually, it refers to a different kind of dog: Sirius—Orion’s most loyal hunting dog. The Dog Days of Summer actually refers to the heliacal rising of the Sirius (heliacal, meaning rising with the sun), which for the six weeks we’re in the midst of now, is the brightest star on the morning horizon.
3:15 am and I’m awake in the night again. This happens each month, a cycle of two or three restless nights when I wake up in the wee hours, who can say why—no noises in the house or outside, no headache or body ache or cramp. No need to pee. No mouth dried out. No snores from anyone in the bed next to me (no one in the bed next to me). No cat, no dog, no bird, no rabbit or hamster; no neighbor, no homeless wanderer in the alley rattling his basket.