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I love to celebrate the solstices and equinoxes and the in between holidays too – but I especially like to ritually note the longest day of the year.  The day when the wheel turns and begins tipping us toward darkness once again.  As the summer solstice is exactly opposite the winter solstice – when we often set intentions for ourselves, the summer solstice is a good time to check in on those intentions.  Are you doing, leaning in towards what gives you life?  Are there course corrections to be made?

 

The day of the summer solstice is also International Yoga Day.  So you could begin your ritual with some sort of body movement that is directed at gathering energy from the sun and bringing it into your body.  Or, you could do a regular “sun salutation” from yoga if you know it.

 

Summer is a time of blossoming, of fruiting, of fresh food.  Perhaps you might gather some fresh herbs and tie them in a bundle with a pretty ribbon.  To put on your altar, or to cook with.  Perhaps you might drink a cup of herbal tea and sit and relax as you drink it. And/or you might gather sage and tie in a very tight bundle with red string.  It will have to dry for several weeks before it can be used to “smudge”, but now is a time to start that process. 

 

Of course, you could gather friends and have a fresh food picnic out in nature.  Or you could each bring a salad ingredient and make a communal salad to share.  You might end with  popsicles or ice cream!    Have some sunflowers on the table!

 

You could also mark the day by writing in your journal.  What do you wish for in these summer months?  What do you long for?  Where is the light in your life?  What do you need to say NO to, in order to say YES to more light?   What from the light do you want to carry with you as the days slowly begin to shorten?  Perhaps focus on your inner power and light?

 

You might intentionally observe the sunset and thank the sun as it fades.

 

I wish you freedom to create a fun ritual in whatever way makes sense to you to mark this auspicious time of year. 

 

 

On the Longest Day of the Year.

 

There is comfort in knowing

that every yearsince the earth was made

there has beena longest day of the year—

a day when half of all life

wakes to an abundance of light

and then in that moment

of greatness leans again

toward the dark.

There is comfort in knowing

the light comes, the light leaves,

the light comes, the light leaves,

comfort in knowing

all the light that is

reaches toward us,

whether we can see it or not.

It is simply a matter

of staying out of our own way,

and if we can’t do that,

well, that is what patience is for.

 

~ By Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

 

 

 

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Updated: Jun 13




This week I am passing along a poem by my friend and colleague Cynthia-Winton Henry.  (You can see her blog by clicking HERE)

 

She has written a job description for herself.  Perhaps you’d like to write your own after you’ve read hers!  Fondly,  Penny


Cynthia writes; I wrote my first book, Chasing the Dance of Life: A Faith Journey in my forties in an attempts to understand my humorous and challenging encounters with the Divine and what leads me to take odd risks. Where others might push wierdness to the side, as an artist and dancer, i felt I had permission to "go for it" whatever "it" is.


"In that half-lit place between what others say you can do and what I know I do, I needed the courage to name my reality. If I didn't, others always would. So, I scoured the dictionary in search of a job title and found Mystagoguer; a leader initiated in mysteries, and Mysteriarch; one who presides over mysteries. Then I wrote;


JOB DESCRIPTION FOR A DANCING MYSTIC


Seize ancient books of wisdom

prowl uneasy caverns,

glean secret knowledge,

throw treasures deliriously

into the silver bowl of life

with a clatter.


Uncover ornate,

dust-thick tablets,

ecclesiastical codex

entitled salvation,

grace, eternal life.

Trace the tree roots back to

flesh, spit, mud, breath and joy.


In prayer halls of dance

scrutinize raw data, research

love's divine encyclopedia --

the body.


Enroll in tutorials with

sacred dancers, godsons,

angels, hummingbirds,

Mennonite psychics,

African spirits and

the Tree of Life.


Practice the spiritual

disciplines of dance:

fall, rise, shake,

balance, breathe, let go.


Uphold sacred irreverence,

the right to laugh, no matter

what authorities say.


Leap rational walls.

Construct healing routes

that resurrect physicality.


Usher in dance, story,

and stillness.

Improvise to turn the key

and unlock spirit's gates.


Maintain a mystic's curiosity.

Concoct rituals.

Chase lost energy.

Metabolize former lives.

Coordinate reunions

of body and soul.

Shoot rapids.

Take to the stars.


Make peace with having

nothing, no time, nobody,

no place, nothing to say.


Dance circles around suffering:

abuse, murder, expulsion,

divorce, obsession, hate

disease and accusation.

Handle blades of rage,

knives of clarity and

the power to kill off.


Dream and translate dreams.

Master technologies.

Teach rapture.


Seek out the terrified,

crazy, advanced beings

made visible by humility's kiss

no longer fearful of being called silly.

Look for bright eyes shining in

the dark fields of unknowing.

~Cynthia Winton-Henry






 

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Every Friday I enjoy reading Austin Kleon’s post about “10 things worth sharing”.  He is a writer, an artist, a podcaster and you can see his posts HERE.  This week he (or those he quoted) posed several questions which intrigued me;

 

·      What if everyone else wins the awards?

·      What if you never become the best?

·      What thrills you?

·      What disappoints?

·      What do you hate?

·       

He goes on to suggest that if you create anything, it will bring you joy.  He says we should “make piles of imperfect things”.  I keep a visual journal and I am not an artist.  But I enjoy just filling up the pages with doodles, drawings, mandalas, collage etc.  He reminds us “it’s only paper”. 

 

He suggests we “find more stuff to like”!  and then he says, “ look around and find out who’s having fun.  Find those people and do what they do!”

 

So as summer begins, these seem like great questions and suggestions.  We all need to remember that finding joy IS a spiritual practice.

 

Happy Summer to you. 

 

And here’s a lovely poem, from James Crews newest book, Unlocking the Heart.

 

 

 

 

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