Now that summer is nearing an end, I want to look back, first at the summer solstice, which is such a brilliant, magical time that I feel sad I haven’t written about it until now.
I spent the Solstice in Greece this year, and I remember the pink sky in the morning, when I stood watching for some time, shivering in the cold.
I was among friends, and we slowly gathered together in silence, watching the peak of the mountain, where the sun would rise.
It has been raining on and off for days, each bringing with it rolls of thunder, strong winds and lightning; but this morning were were given a break from all of that, and the sky cleared for us to watch the sunrise. It felt like a gift.
I was tired, cold, and waiting, waited longingly for the warmth of the sun. I felt I was swaying in place from lack of sleep, while gazing hopefully at the mountain, listing to the first birds singing.
The first warm rays on my face was bliss; warming me after standing in the cold for so long. Then I watched the sun slowly rise, like a red ball of fire, into the sky until it became too bright to follow with my eyes.
I closed my eyes and soaked in the warmth of the sun.
I drank in the golden energies of the morning. The Solstice always has a special feel to it, and already under the stars the night before I could feel it.
It also comes with a shift, a change, both inside and outside myself. Somehow circumstances around that time points out what I need to do differently, what I long for, and how to focus on what truly matters to me. This seem to happen with all the Solstices and Equinoxes.
Below is a video, nicely explaining the celebration of these special times of year.
How did you celebrate the Solstice? Will you do something special for the Autumn Equinox? I’d love to know!