“Solstice Stones” on the top of Holt Hill, Ward Reservation, Andover.
Today is the Summer Solstice, the stillpoint of summer, the longest day in the Wheel of the Year. A few years ago I wrote a stanza of this poem, and I have since “finished” it, by adding a stanza that was missing. (The first stanza appears in a post on Mabon, the beginning of autumn “Tumbling Toward Mabon.” 9/17/12) Please enjoy this time to pause, but also celebrate abundance with abandon.
This time of year I
Like a bit of dry tinder
Easily woken by the birds
Crackle in a blaze of
No creature anchored to this
Can choose but to
Lean toward that fire
Greeting its moist green gifts
Where it kisses the earth.
I am enjoying the pause before the final push of the first summer session class. Next week,I get to teach about strategic nonviolence, peace movements, and peace education.
I will miss teaching social movements in second summer session, and I could really us the dough, but I am going to treat July and August as a sabbatical. As an adjunct, I don’t really ever get one.
In a week, I also lose the sling and start driving again. I still won’t be able to carry anything heavier than a cup of coffee in my right hand, but I’ll take it. I got to 145° in the overhead plane in physical therapy Wednesday. Who can say what today will bring? Maybe the surgeon will move me to active range
of motion after I see him on July 2.
Chris Wallis, author of Tantra Illuminated, posted a video of “Machi” by Peia on his Facebook feed. He highly recommended taking a few deep breaths, and watching this fullscreen. One experience I had was feel how precious is our Mother Earth, who is so embattled these days.
Here is the album on Bandcamp.
I’m halfway through the first summer session at the university. I’m five weeks post-op. My passive range of motion is increasing beyond 90° in the overhead plane.
We pay so much attention to the things that occurred dramatically, all at once. We don’t pay enough attention to those things which occur incrementally. Yet the earth rolls toward and away from the sun each day; it circles the sun every year. The flower bursts forth in its own good time, still managing to create drama. The fruit ripens on vine or branch, and seeds grow in these secret places.