Rain falls; fog rises.

Between the two

We shine.

                             

Yesterday the river rose to the occasion, busting beyond the confinement of her bank, roaring loud and heaving with brown waves, spreading to a rumble in the saturated ground beneath my feet as I stand there amazed at humbling might while even the dogs and horses watch in wonder.

Sacred water.

Sacred time.

Solstice is a natural celebration of the pause between the darkening and lightening, between states of wonder and beauty and awe, simple as watching the river rage and a candle flicker and rain fall into swollen puddles alive with shimmering reflections.

This morning I woke to stars spilled across the sky, sparkling behind black branches of the sprawling oak. And then from out of the earth, or is it more magic from the sky, fog formed, shrouding the stars with a silent embrace.

Yet I know the magic about the fog, the mystery beneath the earth, the wonder of planting a seed and knowing maybe, just maybe it could emerge into fruition.

Somewhere I’m certain the sun rose a moment earlier and the cycle of new light, new life, is celebrated anew.

As I await the sky to lighten, in this deep still silent space of new light I have yet to see or feel but somehow know, I stir with the wonder of a candle. Of planting seeds, which here happens on my kitchen counter on Solstice every year, and now sit over my propane fridge awaiting the moment of emergence. Of darkness out there, which shall be shorter each day. Of light within – not to protect and preserve, but to shine and share.

What are you waiting for?

What are you here for?

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Our community has a beautiful gathering to celebrate Solstice. I had never had the guts to attend. Groups don’t tend to be my thing. Basically, social gatherings scare me shitless.

It’s easy to use the excuse of Solstice being a sacred time to turn within. Because, yes, it is. It is also the pause before the waxing of light and new life. It is that space in between. If one has the courage to open to it, there’s a time and place to be alone, to reflect on what you want to release from the last dance around the sun, and contemplate your intentions for the next cycle. And… a time and place to unfurl like seeds, be vulnerable, be brave, get out of your shell and connect.

Thanks to the honesty of and love for some dear friends who reminded me I’m not the only one… I went.

Thank you for encouraging the courage in me to step beyond my comfort zone, and get off my side of the mountain for just a little while. It was beautiful.

Now more than ever…

Come together.

Partake. Participate. Life is too short and sweet to miss out on this stuff.

Have the courage to care more.

The gusto to give more

The grit to do more.

The guts to be more.

It’s not that you are not enough.

It might just be that the world needs more of who you are and what you do.

Thinking of those who give and do and care so much, like hidden stars in that dazzling day sky.

Bowing with grace and gratitude to and for you.

Until next time,

With love, always love,

Gin