Solstice Notes
What does the mass of the longest night feel like inside of this body - this precious place of dark between the sun and moon?
The joy I felt waking up today for Solstice felt incredible, like a child waking up for cosmic christmas morning.
I feel so close to the world of dark, of night, where we live and breathe and have ceremonies beneath the stars and we do not have skins or roles or conditions.
We are unboxably, undeniably ourselves - the emptiness, the entire universe, galaxies and mysteries, so far beyond our own incarnation - yet here, now, with these bodies, skins, emotions, wounds, madness, self-awareness...
The gift of the Abyss, the Great Unknown, the Primordial Mother of Chaos, is and has always been our humanity, in the way that is so unbearably beautiful where—only in that feeling, in the unfathomable beauty, exploding in our hearts—can we begin to love, to be free, to go back to where we came from - and be here now, in a cuddle, in brushing our teeth, in loving each other, hurting each other - and truly learning about the love we are, from the presence we can never escape.
We choose to be here, as that gift of pure being stares right back at us. What a harrowing, beautiful confrontation.
As I write this I feel my beloveds all over the world, people and places and creatures and moments I love so much. It hurst how much I love you. There is no story anymore. No trying.
I am out of control. Help me stay so ruthlessly, helplessly out of control.
I love you. All of you. Me. Us.
Happy Solstice.