Who knows what day serves as the tipping point between the seasons. We mark the change by angle of earth and sun, by distance from the light in our elliptic lives, and by the coming and going of moons that lay the shadow of night across our bow.
I love this crossing into summer, aiming for the tropic of desire, for landfall in a lush world, greeted by Hyacinth Macaws and Thorntail Hummingbirds, by the fragrance of Butterfly Jasmine and Barbados Lily, and by the bright colors of Hibiscus, Bougainvilla, and Yellow Bells, longing for a world that has not been dulled by industry or poisoned by our global waste.
I live in the wild of this world, drinking a bottle of the best told tales, and indulging the other-worldly wisdom found in mushroom and vine. I let my imagination run away with you, finding a niche near the equator between us, a place that sparks our joy and insists we be ourselves. And there I sing in the silent chamber of your heart. I sing in that lonely room closed off when the world took over your life. I sing in the key of snowmelt and seed birth until your eyes open to a world of wonder and you fall in love again with who you are.
This piece is from my series of "Letters to My Future Self" written on June 30 to July 2, 2017 to be read on April 30, 2018. For more in the series, click here:
Thursday, June 21 is the summer solstice.The word “solstice” comes from Latin solstitium—from sol (sun) and stitium (to stop) because the Sun appears to stop moving in the sky as it reaches its northern- or southernmost point. After the solstice, the Sun appears to reverse course and head back in the opposite direction.
How has your desire changed you?
What is at a tipping point in your life?
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