Blessings this summer solstice to the star who fills us each with light, who grows the plants, who warms our bodies, the seeds of our every making. May we honor that long-light-sun, may we be glowing, may we cast our rays upon those seeds which most need to grow healthy and strong in ourselves and in the world.
May our hearts be flowers drinking sun and planting our dozen, dozen seeds.
I followed the lovely recipe of Mystic Mamma this afternoon, high noon, sun bright and big overhead, and went to a dry hill to gather special flowers for a solstice flower essence—farewell to spring, California poppy, a sprig of yarrow, a single wild rosehip. What a lovely thing! I am enchanted, utterly, by this new concept, the healing of a few lovingly-picked flowers, steeped in sun (or in moon, for that matter, I think I'll do another this full moon Sunday!) It felt so much like being a little girl again— I thought to myself, oh, right, this is what you did all the time as a child. Oh, the things we forget, and how good it is to remember how easy they are, how playful, and how good it feels to be playful in the midst of all the Things that would tell you not to be.
|These two make 8 (a different set I'm pretty sure). They wandered through once I was back, near the next cabin down the hill. Goodness, I can't get enough of gazing upon these fawns!|
Solstice blessings upon all the deer and their fawns growing up this beautiful summertime, and upon all the sun-seeds in our hearts, and of course, great thanks to the Sun Itself, on this longest day of the year (on this side of the planet, that is...)