We're burning bright, all right. In fact, each year gets hotter and hotter. This year, everything is growing faster and starting too early, and it's throwing everything off. I can't give myself any more excuses why there are no bees in my yard. "It's too early in the morning.late at night," "It's too chilly/too hot now," "It's only June."
We are not connected anymore. We are not connected to each other or to the planet and Nature. We have forgotten. And it will kill us. There are more of us than ever and we are less connected than ever. We never are without communication devices in front of us or in our hands, and we know less than ever, talk less than ever, care less than ever.
We've gotten to the point where even thinking about building a bonfire causes me to fret about the pollution it would cause, because there are oh so many of us, and if we all burned celebratory solstice fires, what bad air it would cause. That's where we are. That's the head-space I live in. That's why I don't write here anymore. All the things I used to talk about, they don't matter. We're past the tipping point. So what if I throw a plastic pen away? Use the K-cups, what does it matter?
(No, don't use the K-cups. They are ridiculous and you are a horrible person if you still use them.)
Celebrate Solstice? I'm not sure why anymore.