Solstice
I am exactly 33 and 6 months today.
I feel an influx of purity and whiteness. A rush of light. Perhaps a request for me to cleanse, let go, surrender to this opportunity for lengthy light to permiate at all levels. To burn through the fear and doubt I hold at cellular levels, to hold hands with and lift up the glory and joy I am made from.
I will not take on any detailed or organized endeavors today. I put away my To Do’s. I say screw it to the eternal task of weeding out and packing. Instead I will bask in the light, through my window, maybe even get daring and ignore the "heat warning" and hang underneath a tree, eating little cakes and sipping mint sun tea with the girls. Telling them stories about the birth of the Sun and the Moon and the way the dance together.
I am grateful for this new energy of Summer, Litha. She brings us the hope that these days will shorten; they will grow darker sooner, we will be able to internalize and hybernate and burrow once again, feeling the light slip away from us gradually and effortlessly from here on forward, but for now, we live in this Solstice moment. We are alive and open and energized by The Sun. The Moon, the darkness, will have it’s chance soon. She waits for this bright introduction, and takes stage as soon as the orange and red seep into the horizon.
The Sun and Moon. Ha-Tha. Yin Yang. It is truly a balance to witness and learn from.
Let there be Light. And there is.
Happy Solstice!
