Skip to main content

Summer Solstice

 It’s the Summer Solstice. Time to celebrate our blessings, and the bounty and growth in all aspects of life of this year so far…

Flowers…







Fruits…



Vegetables…




The beautiful English countryside…



And a wild eyed cat who is keeping himself cool, calm and shaded during this heat wave…

There will be Solstice celebrations happening today at Damson Cottage. There may be thunderstorms later this afternoon as the heat peaks and breaks, which will add a frisson of excitement to proceedings. 

I was up with the sun this morning. Bare foot in the grass, a breeze jostling the aspen leaves, wrens pipping in the hedges. I wrote in my diary, and I thought of the past year and the year to come. Where I’ve come from and where I am going. Wishes and dreams. Achievements and hopes. Gains and losses. Things to maintain. Things to release. Mostly, I thought how lucky I am to have lived all my life so far in peace-time. Long may it continue. I know others are not so fortunate.

Here’s to the warmth, the love, the peace and the power of the Solstice energies. I hope they are with you, too. May all be well in your world as the year rolls on.



Comments

Anonymous said…
May the warmth, the love, the peace and the power of the Solstice energies be with you too. Strangely I feel a bit of sadness around this time, like I missed out on something. Like I can’t stop the slide down. Enough with the melancholy! Summer is here and it is a beautiful season, not to be missed. Your garden is so beautiful!. Your hard work is definitely paying off.
KJ
Denise said…
Thank you, KJ. The garden has come a long way since we took it over as a blank canvas nine years ago. It’s ever-evolving; I am pleased how it is turning out!
I am intrigued by your feeling of sadness and like you feel you’ve missed out on something. It’s given me something to ponder. Meanwhile, I’ll leave you with this Solstice wisdom I found recently - ‘The great gift of the energy of the Summer Solstice is that it’s designed to move you from one phase to the next on YOUR terms.’ I like that idea - on MY terms.

Popular posts from this blog

The Frosted Dawn Enigma

The decorators are in at the moment. Stairs and landing. Given my previous history of 'Hoo Ha Occurring on Stairs ' - reference the Trapped Under the Sofa Incident and the Foot Wedged Between Bookcase and Stair Rise Debacle - I thought it wise to pay for professionals to decorate the stairs and landing rather than get myself in a mix with ladder and plank combinations and achieve the Magic Three of staircase accidents. The decorators are a father and son combo who go by the  names of Craig and David. This automatically causes me entertainment. 'Came in on a Monday, prepped, filled and undercoated, back on Thursday, first top coating, by Friday finishing touches...' Okay, not as frisky or well-scanned as the original song, but you get where I'm coming from. Anyway, before they started the job Craig asked what colour I wanted for the walls. 'Same colour as the downstairs walls, please,' said I. 'Dulux Frosted Dawn.' And then white for ...

Sun Puddles

A few weeks ago, I met up with a dear friend for a meditation and healing afternoon, both of us being light workers on the spirit pathway. It did me good to re-engage in a bit of focused energy channelling (because I have let my practice slip somewhat) and during the afternoon the words ‘sun puddles’ popped into my head.  Now, I know this wasn’t my human brain thinking these words because I have never heard the phrase before; when I arrived home, I looked it up and said to myself, ‘Aaah, you mean sun spots!’ This is a sun puddle... ...there! That thing that Flora is lying on. No, not the sofa - the warm patch of sunshine on the sofa. Here are Flora and Bambino sharing a sun puddle... This proves that no matter how much they scrap with each other and try to denude each other of fur all over my rugs, they secretly share a mutual and fond admiration. I think. And here is Bambino on a sun puddle that has come to rest on my legs... It’s his casual, ‘I’m so cool’ pose. Metaphorically coo...

Day 1 - Decisions Are Made Beyond the Author's Control.

‘Well,’ I say, looking at the expectant faces gathered around the huge table in the Great Dining Hall of Much Malarkey Manor, ‘I didn’t think it was going to happen this year, but it is!’ There is a sharp intake of breath as everyone wonders of what I speak. I’ve been muttering about all sorts recently, and I’m not talking liquorice here either.   ‘The Much Malarkey Manor Annual and Traditional Christmas Story!’ I say, and wait for the expulsed air of relief to settle before I continue. ‘I thought we had done it all. I thought we had covered every Christmas story there was. I’ve been wracking my brains for a full two months now, trying to come up with something we haven’t done before and then it hit me! We haven’t done a version of one of the Great Christmas Films of Yore!’ ‘Your what?’ says Mrs Slocombe, who is more interested in the selection of pastries I have brought to this breakfast meeting, because that is what one does, isn’t it? Eat pastries at breakfast...