Summer Solstice Thursday June 21st at 6:07 am Eastern Time

By Mary Swanson

Dear, Patient and Persevering Children of the Earth,

It’s Summer Solstice Time!  Also known as Mid-Summer or Litha.  A time of relaxation, long days and gentle nights.  After the harsh winter and cold, wet spring we are all needing to get out in the sunlight.

The fertile Earth is once again pouring forth her bounty, feeding our bodies and souls with birdsong, gently rustling trees and crops coming to fruition.  

This has always been a time to relax and enjoy the infinite abundance of Life.  It’s time to visit friends and relatives to catch up,  play games, picnic and enjoy being alive together.

This year, our Midsummer happens as the planet Uranus is entering the sign of Taurus.  For approximately the next 8 years, Uranus (sudden change, breakthroughs, innovation) will be shaking up Taurus (security, habits, possessions, money).

The last time Uranus was in Taurus was from 1934 to 1942.  This time it’s from 2018 to 2024.  You don’t have to be a scholar of history to know what was happening to people’s sense of security at that time.  We were in the heart of the depression, WW2, the rise of fascism, millions displaced. 

But Uranus doesn’t show up just to bring trouble —it’s the Light Bringer, the Awakener, the archetype of Change for the Better. 

Change is coming.  Whatever security foundation feels shaky in your life, It’s important to connect with your family, your friends, your community and begin to take care of each other.  Isolationism never solved anything because, in truth, we all need each other, we are all connected.

As a Pagan, I take my teachings from Mother Nature— right now she is giving away everything she has, sharing her bounty with everyone.  We can all share ourselves, even if it’s just a smile.

When asked what ordinary people can do to promote world peace, the Dalai Lama thought for a moment and responded:  Have more parties!

Happy Summer Everyone!


Not This, Not That

Nor anything,
not the eastern wind whose other name
   is rain,
nor the burning heats of the dunes
   at the crown of summer,
nor the ticks, that new, ferocious populace,

not the President who loves blood,
nor the governmental agencies that love money,

will alter

my love for you, my friends and my beloved,
or for you, oh ghosts of Emerson and Whitman,

or for you, oh blue sky of a summer morning,
that makes me roll in a barrel of gratitude
   down hills,

or for you, oldest of friends:  hope;
or for you, newest of friends: faith;

or for you, silliest and dearest of surprises,
my own life.

                           … Mary Oliver


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