I come alive when the light is here. It feels like this, literally. My health improves, physically and mentally. And I arise into my best self. Positive, inspired, energy to exercise and create.
I don’t know if there is such a thing as too much sun, for me. Heat can certainly be depleting after a while, but for now, I only know that I desire every pore, every fiber of my being to be melted, opened, to be filled with golden, nutritive nectar. There is only that need for more, no room for remembering temperance.
I watch my roses just blooming this week. Their petals coerced and convinced to spiral up and out by that light. Unbelievably soft, their scent strong yet…it’s just because I can’t quite get enough of it in one inhale, that I desire it more deeply. Like it’s just a few inches away from me, but even as I lean in more deeply, inhale more strongly, I can’t really get more, get enough to feel satisfied. It is the same with the ocean, and in my daydream I imagine, what my husband wants when he’s between his lovers legs. The best smells are those that one needs to chase, to become.
As the Sun is at the strongest, highest point in our year, the moon is waxing. Their energies increase together and on Thursday, Summer Solstice this year, the Full Strawberry Moon is also in complete radiance.
There couldn’t be more LIGHT. Litha is an Old English word that means “light” - our cells, they function on light. We function due to light shifts and changes. As Earthlings we live and die by the light. Our hormonal cascades, bio-rhythms, our metabolism is all based on the light/less-light dance. The reflections of the heavenly light from certain distances, of certain densities, in particular wave lengths and size and shape all play vital roles in the dance of our fleshly bodies, and I am sure, all the other layers as well.
The masculine and feminine light come together this year. Often in early-summer here in New England, is almost as though I am dreaming, the deep dark of winter the all-present reality, and I have just fallen suddenly into some sort of fantasy from which I might wake up at any moment - so I won’t waste a second! The world around me here changes so fast, the color palette shifting immensely in just several weeks. Because everything knows - responds - to the light. It’s nearly impossible to keep up.
That energy pulses within us up here, we fill every weekend with plans, our exuberance for life over-taking us into over-doing. But this, too is part of the weaving of our beings with the Creatrix. When I can see that I, too get swept up in the waves of energy, perhaps I can surrender to the flow and trust the swell, and actually enjoy it. Knowing that there is and will always be a rise, and blessed fall.
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The Moon full, the feminine, the watery expressions of ourselves, and I, too, move towards ovulation. Sensual, flirty, alive, inviting with energy to spare…Who wouldn’t want to be an Ovulating Woman? I wonder, do the berries ripen more during the day, or while quietly sipping the cool nectar from the moon?
The Sun high, the masculine, vital and self confident, large and impossible to ignore. The big fire, the sun purifies with it’s literal blinding radiance. It is only under that gaze of Shiva, that Shakti dances into her full brilliance. I’ll put down my defense and receive it, as some times those walls only serve hinder my own expansion.
This Solstice-time, I am feeling the bravery to allow more of my full Self forward. I doubt she’s as dark or scary as I imagine her to be. And perhaps right now, the intoxicating light will vaporize any pain of expansion and expression.
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“I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runway sun,
I will effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.” - Walt Whitman
Resonate so much, thanks for this!