It is the Longest Day in more than one way. Work is an indoor fug of bad smells on a muggy day. I get in my car when the shift is done; it is stuffy, and probably smelly but I’m too used to it to really care- it has a vegetable tinge. Opening the windows lets in a healing draft of fresh vegetation; field grass, hedge flowers; this is the beginning of getting my Solstice balance back.
Bird music shimmies from tall trees. High in the sky, set in blue, is a shining half-moon. I park up, and walk down a smooth skinny lane, swapping troubles for details- here grows a rose, here a pretty shadow falls. Here is a beach of fine sand.
Low to the left, a blazing eye of sun casts over a silver-blue sea. I hear the lazy roll of waves, the gulls, some children laughing.
And now: cool water on my longing skin. I swim out. I find perfect balance.
I draw it in through sensory contact, I make a space for it within.
Holding my head up in the gold light I ask the sun for a blessing. Even as I'm thinking it of course, I am laughing- look- already blessed- I know. What I mean to say is Thank You.
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