The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell. Don\u2019t go back to sleep. \u2013 Jellaludin Rumi<\/em><\/p>\n I got up from my bed and went wandering through the woods at dawn. I sat on a plank bridge across a lake, facing the rising east, while frogs spoke behind me. Then I walked deeper into the woods where other voices chanted up the sun.\u00a0 Something I couldn\u2019t see, whose voice I didn\u2019t recognize, squeaked and jumped into the creek.\u00a0 A bunny bounded from my path, flashing his white tail at me a few times.\u00a0 Then he sat under some brambles very still, head turned over his shoulder and ears cocked, to see if I\u00a0was fooled.\u00a0 I wasn\u2019t, but I\u00a0didn\u2019t let him know.\u00a0 I think seeing a rabbit on Midsummer morning must mean good luck.<\/p>\n I picked some blackberries, wild sweet things to give my son when he awoke.\u00a0 I picked some leaves and flowers: blackberry, violet, elder.\u00a0 Then I drank some faery tea.\u00a0 The sun has vanquished the darkness.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A bunny bounded from my path, flashing his white tail at me a few times. Then he sat under some brambles very still, head turned over his shoulder and ears cocked, to see if I was fooled. I wasn’t, but I didn’t let him know. I think seeing a rabbit on Midsummer morning must mean good luck.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":310,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[40,45,48,56,62],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-993","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mysticism","category-paganism","category-praxis","category-solstice","category-witchcraft"],"yoast_head":"\n