There were 10 of us in the yurt yesterday morning doing sun salutes in honor of the longest day. We noted that the partially gray sky was completely clear by the time we finished and are willing to take complete credit for the sunshine of the past two days!
Summer solstice has always been a time I’ve looked forward to. These last few years, however, it has become bittersweet because it also marks the anniversary of my dear friend’s death. At first I thought my sense of loss would ease with the passing of time. Instead, I think it just gets more familiar.
I wish I had some great insight. Some words to enlighten. Instead, I offer my gratitude for my breath, my sweat, my fluctuating mind. And for all of you who have shared this path with me.