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.

Finding My Feet

It’s been a step learning curve, the past two months, starting this blog. I’ve learnt a lot about myself and blogging – learnt what works, what I like to write and post, what I want to write – and most of all that I love this. I am so happy that I am taking the time to make this work. It doesn’t seem overly complicated or stressful – I look forward to this and want to do it and that makes me excited.

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