Nu and I went to the solstice festival this evening: merrymaking, noise-making, meditating... my hair smells like smoke and my heart is grateful for the promise of extra daylight tomorrow.
“...This is the solstice, the still point
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath, the door
of a vanished house left ajar...”
Eating Fire: Selected Poetry 1965-1995
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath, the door
of a vanished house left ajar...”
Eating Fire: Selected Poetry 1965-1995
3 comments:
More daylight today! Yay!
That sounds like fun. We went to a light display at a botanical garden.
Nicole, I could feel it in my soul today!
StephLove--I saw! Beautiful pictures!!
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