Another season under my belt. Time is just flying by, and one thing is for sure—Father Time and Mother Nature are both undefeated. This time of year always feels a little surreal, like the edges of summer are already curling inward while the air still hums with heat. The cicadas sing, the light lingers just a touch too long, and somewhere between the golden evenings and the restless nights, uncertainty finds its way in. When it does, the best place to start is simply going with the flow.
The August Sturgeon Moon—peaking in the early hours of Saturday, August 9th— like all full moons, has a way of stirring something deep inside me, the way a tide pulls at the shore. For some, full moons are soft moments of reflection. For me, they flip the switch on my purging energy—a sudden urge to sift through my own inner waters and see what no longer belongs. Habits that aren’t working, thoughts that don’t lead anywhere productive, energy that isn’t feeding joy or growth—it’s all laid bare in that silver light.
And let’s be honest—the ways of the world right now? OUT. OF. CONTROL. Headlines, timelines, constant noise. Which is why I’m leaning into this full moon as a now-or-never moment. The moonlight feels like a dare. I’m taking the leap. I’m inviting you to come along, too.
Of course, it’s not all shimmering nights and cosmic clarity. Behind the scenes at Bloom Street, self-doubt still creeps in, quiet but persistent. I have to keep reminding myself why I started—because what I have to share has brought me real peace, and I know it can bring the same to others. My story is unique to me, but the feelings—the uncertainty, the longing, the hope—are universal. This is just too good to keep to myself, even on the days I question it.
Almost daily, I have “is this real life?” moments. Just a year ago, I was in such a different place. Now here I am, burning Forest Clarity, one of my Wax Melts, as I work—Juniper to purify, orange peel to lift my spirits, rosemary to sharpen my focus—letting the scent rise like a compass, pointing me toward a fresh perspective.
Lately, I’ve been quietly obsessing over how to connect with you in a way that truly lands, the way I feel inspired when I’m creating. Somewhere in that process, I’ve realized I need to forgive myself for all the years I doubted what I had to offer the world. For too long, I thought my only contribution was motherhood. Now I see there’s so much more—first and foremost, I am a woman of substance and value. I wish I had recognized it sooner, but I’m deeply grateful I see it now, under this moonlight that refuses to hide anything.
One ritual I’ve made entirely my own is anointing my skin with oils—not just for beauty, but as a daily act of devotion to my body, spirit, and mind. The soft slip of oil across my skin becomes a prayer, a grounding, a reconnection. Sometimes music plays alongside this ritual—songs to make you move and lift your spirits, because next to aromatics, music is my favorite way to shift energy.
This season, I’m doing something I’ve never done before: just believing. Moving past the doubts. Taking the leap even when I can’t see the net. And in true “delightfully unnecessary” fashion, I’ve already given myself a gift this month—time by the ocean. The waves, the salt air, and the endless horizon. A complete reset. A reminder that you don’t have to wait for permission to figure out what works for you and make it happen.
So under this Sturgeon Moon, I’m asking you:
What weight are you ready to release?
What leap are you ready to take?
And how will you make space for something delightfully unnecessary, just because it feeds your soul?
The moon is full, the tide is turning, the season is shifting—and the time is now.
With Love and Light,
Tammi, Cultivator of The Bloom Way