Adding this quote from Katherine May that appeared in my inbox tonight. This is one of my favorite descriptions of solstice, on the day of ACTUAL solstice.
"A candle flickers on the windowsill. The stars burn pinprick holes through the blanket of these nights. Our private fires smolder inside ourselves, here near the longest night of the year. These fires melt the boundaries and light the dark. In the presence of these flames, feel the chains give way. Let them. Then, for moments, tiny magnificent frightening joyful moments, being there becomes being everywhere."
Adding this quote from Katherine May that appeared in my inbox tonight. This is one of my favorite descriptions of solstice, on the day of ACTUAL solstice.
"A candle flickers on the windowsill. The stars burn pinprick holes through the blanket of these nights. Our private fires smolder inside ourselves, here near the longest night of the year. These fires melt the boundaries and light the dark. In the presence of these flames, feel the chains give way. Let them. Then, for moments, tiny magnificent frightening joyful moments, being there becomes being everywhere."