Summer Solstice 2017

Summer Solstice. The longest day and shortest night. The days all get imperceptibly shorter after this,

“Our ancestors built huge bonfires on this day to celebrate their tangible connection to the vital power of the immense burning star that keeps our planet bright, warm and alive. It’s a good time to remember that we, like the sun, contain the power to nurture and sustain, and that we have a responsibility to burn as brightly as we can.

“(It) is the time to invite fire into our lives fire to burn away all that we have outgrown and all that no longer serves us; fire that makes the wild things grow in us, for which our inner selves have longed.

“We are all connected people, planet, and sun. If we align ourselves with the power in others and in the natural forces around us, what we are unable to do with our own puny ego elves can be made to happen if it is attuned to the needs of the inner self and those upon which we are connected.”

~ Cait Johnson and Maura D. Shaw from Celebrating the Great Mother

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.