I write often about beginning again for the first time.
This is not the first time that I've begun again and it might not be the last. Maybe. I'd like to say that it will because I'd like to believe that I have some things figure out this time. I'd like to believe that I have settled into some deeper knowing of myself. It's true ... I do have some things figure out and I do have some deeper knowing but there's always more to learn and always layers to uncover. There's always the next iteration.
Phases and Stages
Seasons come and go.
Ebb and Flow.
What goes around comes around.
Walking the Spiral Path.
All ways of beginning again for the first time.
As I am typing this, the second hand has moved past the moment in time ... 12:24 am, June 21sts ... The Summer Solstice is upon us. The longest day of the year will now give way to ever shortening days. The dark will come sooner. My heart says yes.
I love the darker days. It is where I find the mystery and the magic and oh, I am longing to create some magic of my own. I want rituals and rhythms. I want spells and potions.
It will begin tonight with a fire ... for it is the Summer Solstice. Family will be here and we will gather around the fire. There will be laughter and lots of the noise that only we can make. Then they will leave the circle, one by one and I will be left there, staring into the rustling coals.
That will be my time to say the first words of this next story I am creating for myself, to speak the incantations and prayers, to release the wishes and promises.