Hail, O Sun and Gods of the Sun! We call you and we honor you on this Solstice, the height of your power and the longest day.
Without you there could be no life on Earth.
The North Texas skies were overcast this morning – I couldn’t see the rising Sun. But like so many things in our lives that are unseen but very real, it was there.
What other life-giving, life-sustaining forces are hidden by clouds? Are there people who keep you going whose work you’ve stopped acknowledging? Is there art you’ve stopped seeing or music you’ve stopped hearing? Are there communities – neighborhoods, groves, covens, churches, families – who still support you even though you’ve stopped supporting them?
Part the clouds – the clouds of busyness, the clouds of routine, the clouds of stress, the clouds of grudges – and see the beauty. And then give thanks for what sustains you.
Hail, O Sun and Gods of the Sun!