A prayer to the retreat of the tides, Litha comes the great exalt, rushing pulsing then holding pause, sacred still point peak light as out/
so in, what it is to Turn
be still, await
and now, the l o n g the s l o w e x h a l e
this a prayer to collective lighthouse keeper of and at once ancient present sacred flame, our one sacred heart, the oneness of how we run a prayer we not forget we are all, ever, always wild things

Solstice light point in dark pause, breath baited, collective hush then
rush again, keep going keep going keep going a prayer to the knowing, the yearning, the frustration and the ease, the tension terror and the strain, a prayer to the peace,
little lantern heart inside each our own soul

that we may tend, that we may know,
sacred glow
all we need to do is
but ask
it be
on

My head is full of the salt sweet brine that happens from a month in the sea. The only way to say it, my head is full. Of calmness, of peace. My body follows. I started swimming in the ocean again crescent moon week of the moon that was Blue. Fusion of earthen salt and live-giving water, fusion of dancing light of fire water and salt peaking glistening shine glitter on and under the waves.

It is the first season my body is conditioned like it was before I had a baby, somehow five years ago now. Gratitude sets in my cells simple as the harmony of every day responsibilities moving me in a flow. I didn’t intend to but to here I am, have returned: body strong. Thank you perimenopause 7 min workouts twice a week. Thank you feet that walk when I can get out there thank you body and movement. Thank you electrolytes and protein. Protean. Dance. Thank you grace that does. Thank you ACCESS. It is like heaven to mark these words: I have swam every week two to three times now for one whole moon. Salthead is no joke. Finally, I am well.

And so Litha, like a Lantern. The light guides us, grows, glows. Burns. Is. The Blue moon raised the wound to the surface (tho I hear Chiron’s responsible for some of it, too). All I know is my family of origin’s darker shadows our thick tar the shtuck thwuck swamp muck comes out into the light an odd collision course all at once, yet somehow I stand strong in my protective no’s, not this time. This crazy may be my birthright may in fact be of my very cells and also, this activation is not and will not be mine. My path remains steady and there I go, still walking. Lantern touched~grace within tended to, lantern led out of this old shit we rise,
So may we, may it transform.

Begin again. Grace

I remember, may my light be on~

I remember Thank You Life

So Wife comes in from Baltimore visiting for her birthday. We go to the place with the most delicious food and there goes the last sunsets of spring the best sunset Assateague Island views and I love this woman more than most anything. The next day is family reunion and I arrive late by an hour and half. We do a fairy walk at least as long through the forest down to the river dock for the kids. The kids find remains after the Farmer’s Market and maybe of other’s Offerings, too, and leave it at Who they call the Good Fairy Trunk.

On Solstice we get back again to the beach. Swim a shock to the lungs blesses again and again my body’s conditioning. Light peaks, light drenched salt. L:O:V:E

There is so very much we can not control, so very much we do not know.

The surrender like the waves again and again.

In the cauldron Cold nettle and mugwort pot is my practical magic, fortifying the bodies of this body just doing life one foot after the other next right thing as the Passing comes. Lovely saining bundles homegrown or wild found yarrow and yerba buena black-eyed’s for the Ancestral oregano for fortune changing or blessing the good luck, whispering thank you thank you thank you most of all green world thank you most of all aqua salt world thank you thank you sacred light of the holy warm sun yes, hot hot thankfulness tears this is thank oh you, tiny and sunny-faced flowers, thank you! That we are the stewards hundred-fifty year old circle of tulip poplars in the good wood vibrations of clear thick green dancing light, tree breath air, sacred gift OXYGEN thank you! Southern sun h o l d i n g high strong LIGHT above saturate all below all is one active blessing gold and unconditional just as in my journey space Opening Poplar light washes over me over the land over all living things, blesses the red protection chord around my wrist, around the one I put on my wife’s, over the whispered prayers over all the herb bundles in spite of the long clung shadows also all around.

Protection of the blessings that hold
protection of the space made when we let go
protection of the body strength for yesses and for

NO

We are one, one heart, one light, one body one lighthouse endless lanterns to do only what we can, turn them on if we remember each day as we move in onesness for one instant, world soul, world Heart, held. Now too the Turning, slow retreat, looong exhale. One Love.

It is good to know there is God and even better to know I’m not it, and don’t have to be, and this ancient fresh faced living breathing world proving it every moment, the terror and the mundane, the ecstasy and the grace, so it goes. So too your Lantern, remember just~

turn it on. That it is.