Emerged from the longest night, we have stepped through another portal. Last night at Sacred Grounds there were music and poetry. We read poems about the Solstice. The mood was hearty and celebratory.
Transformation takes place in stealth, where there is no resistance. It needs an open gateway before the magic can work its way through. I felt it when I saw my son Lawrence yesterday. Our years of living apart has given him the freedom to live his life according to his own design. My mind went back to the struggles we had when he was small. In the darkest moment I thought I would never see the light.
But he and I have both emerged and transformed. The longest night was behind us. We stood at the threshold of a new dawn and said a loving farewell.
