Solstice Hour

Solstice has always seemed a night for the soul. Perhaps it is only the onomatopoeia, or imitative, echoic principle at play? With the greater and greater need to simply ‘stand still’ as the earth spins along at it’s magnificent speed, Solstice is a soul-moment when we nurture and connect to earth and one another in a breath of stillness. We also harvest soul-food in ritual, chanting, fire, dance, shared bread, laughter. We are creating Sangha.

Solstice Hour
The last bright hour quivers
Holding lady night at bay.
‘Tis Sol’s glorious moment
The Samadhi Tribe has gathered
Tributes to lay.

Bowing out his rule
We stand still to the tattoo
While Ancient-Ones circle,
In spans of fluttering desire
Memories intact,
They see us touch the earth as they did
Embracing in the dance.

In this hour we make our magic
Where desire-laden Spirits mesh
Through drum and call and fire
Un-holy words form sacred text.

Asana: Join the dance with your Yoga tribe this Friday night. Become part of the brotherhood sharing itself, embracing the earth, and our connections.