The days are getting longer. The days shorten. I wake early to see the dawn of the longest day.
But from here the days shorten, second by second. I watch the day break. It is dark and cold,
but the days are getting longer, second by second. We’ve reached the tipping point, a moment
of light in the darkness. The fire crackles against the warm night. The sun stills and turns,
the start of summer. The fire burns bright, a beacon in the darkness. We wear garlands, herbs
and flowers, embrace the beginning of days to come, cast out evil spirits that wait in the dark.
We wait for the coming of longer days, of new life bursting into being. We see the dawn and know
that they are coming, the darkness is behind us. The light lingers. We hold onto it, clasping
at the light, afraid that it will disappear, sit out by the dying fire a little longer, watch
the embers of the fire extinguish, and hold onto the knowledge that there’s better things to come.
Ahhh, I’m up early for solstice too and saw this in my inbox just after meditating. 💛 Sending you light, dear friend. ✨
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