dancer, bali, indonesia. august 2008.

it is monday again, late on this summer solstice, wherein i am sitting in the dark lit only by my laptop screen. my heart is a little racy, maybe from the crazy boot camp exercise class i went to this evening, or maybe because i am humming along with the shift of seasons. everything feels alive, exquisite, wholly perceptible. i am following my experience with curiosity. with tenderness. with faith, forgiveness, and reminders.

new truths emerge with each day. they sit in the tension of my shoulders, in the curve of my back, tie knots in my belly, and eventually make their way to my heart. i am holding them there. allowing for the inevitable release and integration that follows.

many years ago, before marriage and children, i spent a summer in alaska working at a camp for young adults with physical and mental disabilities. between sessions, in the late evenings, which were as clear and bright as daytime, the other staff and i would often jump in the lake and swim. i remember doing so on the summer solstice, all twenty years of me alive and free with anything and everything ahead. today, my solstice meditation is on that memory. one of found friends and fellow dreamers, naked and willing, back floating under a midnight sun with rays willing to shine right through into the next day.

happy solstice, everyone. breathe it in.

and please visit my gloriously gutsy friend jo's monday me post . she is everything real.