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Happy Solstice!

The forecast was cloudy with sunny intervals, so I wasn't entirely sure what to expect as I set out early this, very warm, morning to celebrate the Summer Solstice sunrise. It was cloudy but broken by slivers of clear blue lightening sky that grew as I walked the path through the fields that leads directly towards the summer solstice sunrise. The wheat, still soft and feathery, and more blond than golden, wafted in the gentle breeze, heads bowed by ripening grains.

At last, I found a spot which felt welcoming and was in good view of the horizon and set about creating the space, giving thanks and making offerings (bread, a peach and some peppermint tea), and welcomed the sun as he rose behind a slim stretch of cloud across the horizon, then peeking out above the cloud into view. The timing could not have been better nor more captivating. A perfect moment in a perfect space in place and time, surrounded by birdsong. Beautiful.

After a few moments of contemplation and offering thanks again for sharing this special moment with me, I wished all farewell, bowed with a grateful smile, picked up my things, took a couple of photos and filmed the short video above, and set off back along the track, my back warmed by bright morning sunlight.

I wish you a very happy solstice and much health, wealth and fulfilment in the months ahead.

Blessings of Sun and Earth, God and Goddess and all the Buddhas, the awakened ones, be with you /|\


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