Solstice

coldalbion:

There are those of us who try to follow the old rhythms: the way the stars and sun move, the pulse of blood, the song of bone and breath, the song that stirs us to poetry and peculiar ecstasies beyond clock-time.

Seasonal festivals are doors, entry points to recognition of ourselves as part of something larger, be it local community or the body of our ancestors; all those who have lifted their heads to celebrate the sun, source of life.

So, happy Solstice. Midsummer is coming. Life comes, the wheel turns. You are not alone. All shall be well. Have a great Longest Day..