Solstice Majesty

There is a vitality, a life force to June

As it cradles the longest day

The sun’s closest day,

The day of Solstice Majesty.

Her blessings of light, her opening notes

Thrum within cicada and tree frog.

Bodies become buttery, softening last sharp edges of a cold spring.

Yet-We are here! Once again, splendid and redolent!

Divine dissatisfactions of yesterday

Disappear as we prepare the mystery of the great turning,

Stand still to being alive!

Gather the tribe. Light fires. The earth speaks.

Solsistere-Stand still and listen!

June Blessing