Monday, June 23

Solstice quiet

Unlike the more introspective Winter Solstice, the Summer one is generally more gregarious in nature. And yet, this year it was a quiet one around here. Too much going on, I am at a crossroads.

She read The Summer Solstice, Ellen Jackson.

I read to her a story from Circle Round which I found was a terribly lazy attempt at finding a solstice-related fable. We chatted about the meaning of the day.

Finally, and as we are not morning people, we watched the sun set, well mostly.

A little late remembering, the next day I printed out Pooka pages for her.

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