(not necessarily in that order)
It’s probably because I’m (literally) a solstice baby, but I absolutely love the summer solstice.
There really is a magical quality about the longest day for me.
Of course, with tomorrow will arrive the awareness that we’re now heading in the opposite direction — toward the shortest day.
Such a great example of duality.
But for now….Happy Solstice!
The days are growing shorter and we’re once again adjusting to the arrival of full dark at (what seems to me) a ridiculously early hour.
Of course, being a summer solstice baby, I can’t really help myself. You see, I was born on June 20, the height of midsummer. It even happens (occasionally) that the actual solstice will fall on that day.
Over the years I’ve had a number of friends and relatives with whom — despite loving them dearly — I could never quite see eye-to-eye. It was only years later that I realized most of those people were born at or near the winter solstice. No wonder we had a different take on life.
Yes, I know, this isn’t a very scientific conclusion, but it’s a theory that works for me. 🌞