As I prepared to meet a co-worker and celebrate in our own unique and likely awkward way, I looked for poems and thought of bringing a candle. And then I knew we do not need a candle because the light is here. We do not need words because our hearts are shining true. There, here, in the desert among the rocks, the light is intense and beautiful. The shade is necessary and sweet. This solstice morning, we hang in the balance - moving neither away nor towards, we can be with what is, in this moment containing all moments.
If you are looking for solstice poetry, I recommend David Whyte The Opening of Eyes and Jeanne Lohmann Full Stop in the Desert. Do you have recommendations for me?
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