I spend so much of my life looking aheadβ toward the next task, the next worry, the next thing that needs my attention. But on Litha, I try to pause. I sit in the warmth of the sun, listen to the bees among the foxgloves, and let myself notice how green the world has become. For a moment, I stop measuring my life by what remains undone. Instead, I give thanks for all that has survived the winter, for all that has grown quietly, and for the simple gift of standing beneath a midsummer sky.
It is so easy to treat our lives like a never-ending to-do list, but there is something incredibly healing about just stopping to look at how much you've managed to grow and survive without even realizing it β¨
The summer solstice is always so sad to me because of the constant βlooking aheadβ and knowing that the days will start to get shorter and shorter. So I loved your reminder to stay in the present and admire all the green and life that has been reached and is around us on this day. Thanks.
For all that has grown quietlyβ β thereβs a whole philosophy inside that phrase. The things that didnβt announce themselves. The things that justβ¦ persisted.
I keep thinking about how we always notice what we planted and forgot. Never what planted itself.
Following, glad I found this.
Does the solstice feel like an ending to you, or the beginning of something?
It is so easy to treat our lives like a never-ending to-do list, but there is something incredibly healing about just stopping to look at how much you've managed to grow and survive without even realizing it β¨
Absolutely. Thanks for reading, Brandi.
We must always be grateful to the forces at work, beyond us, to keep the wheel turning. I love this. Love, Virg
The summer solstice is always so sad to me because of the constant βlooking aheadβ and knowing that the days will start to get shorter and shorter. So I loved your reminder to stay in the present and admire all the green and life that has been reached and is around us on this day. Thanks.
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Beautiful, vivid poem! A moment's breath in nature. Happy solstice!
This was so profound i really loved this piece
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For all that has grown quietlyβ β thereβs a whole philosophy inside that phrase. The things that didnβt announce themselves. The things that justβ¦ persisted.
I keep thinking about how we always notice what we planted and forgot. Never what planted itself.
Following, glad I found this.
Does the solstice feel like an ending to you, or the beginning of something?