One Thing

If you walked the dog this weekend, you might have noticed something. The light has changed. Not dramatically — not in the way it does at the solstice — but enough. The evenings are stretching. The hawthorn is starting to flower in the ditches. There's a different quality to the air, something that wasn't there a fortnight ago.

In the old Irish calendar, this week was the threshold. Bealtaine — the first of May — marked the official start of summer. The year was divided not into four neat seasons but into two halves: Samhain to Bealtaine, the dark half, and Bealtaine to Samhain, the bright half. Six months on, six months off. Cattle were brought up to the high pastures this week. Bonfires were lit on the hilltops. The herd, the household, the work itself shifted. And so did the people.

It's a strange thing to lose. We've kept the dates — the bank holiday is on Monday next — but the meaning has thinned. Now we expect ourselves to be the same person in November as we are in May. The same energy. The same rhythm. The same patience with the morning. We treat it as a personal failing when our concentration drops in the dark months, and as a vague sort of bonus when our mood lifts in spring. As if the body weren't sitting inside a planet that visibly changes around it.

There's evidence for this, if you want it. Studies of mood across seasons consistently find that even people without seasonal depression report higher subjective wellbeing in the lighter months — better sleep, lower irritability, more interest in other people. A dose of late evening light does measurable things to your circadian system. It pushes melatonin later, which shifts when you naturally wake and when you naturally feel tired. The Irish summer evenings — bright until ten, properly dark only well after eleven — are doing something to you whether you've decided to notice it or not.

The old calendar knew something we've largely forgotten: there are seasons of the self, and they're not metaphorical. The point isn't to romanticise the past. It's just that the unevenness you feel across a year — the heaviness in February, the easier breathing in late April — isn't a sign that something's wrong with you. It's the oldest pattern there is. You're just one more living thing that turns with the year.

Try This Week

This week, give yourself credit for something the dark half of the year took out of you that you've quietly carried back. Maybe it was sleep. Maybe it was patience. Maybe it was just the daily effort of getting going in the morning when it was still pitch black at half seven. Notice that you did it — and notice that you don't have to do it the same way for the next six months. The light has changed. You're allowed to change with it.

Closing

The bright half doesn't fix everything. But it does invite a different rhythm — slower evenings, longer walks, a bit more room around the edges of things. Take what it offers. The year is doing its work. So can you.

— Clarus

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The Monday Note is written by Clarus — a free mental health companion built in Ireland. Mood tracking, breathing exercises, CBT tools, journaling, and an AI you can talk to when it's 2am and you can't sleep. Download free on the App Store.