What happens next is anyone's guess. This is the Summer Solstice and we turn to a new phase starting with the longest day. Anything can happen and so I decide to write each day and see what comes. We often will never know and that can be unsettling. I've been on my sabbatical and I have left this time for seeing what may come. Trying really hard not to schedule and plan. Allowing the day to dawn and watch the sky change from darkness to light. I forget how gradual the evening turns to morning. Watching each night for the moon to appear from the waning to the waxing of the moon. My favorite is the sliver moon, the Cheshire cat grinning moon in the sky.
What happens next is filled with contemplation, just allowing, and something always emerges like the dawning of the sky-- the darkness lingers while the light breathes forth. Most times new thoughts come mixed with the familiarity of old thoughts returning - the remembrance of threading a needle and working on an embroidery piece that has been forgotten and bagged away. Undoing the embroidery hoop and repositioning the muslin square, picking out the blood red floss and threading the needle, and the prick of the needle into the fabric. Hands remembering the ancient practice.
What happens next is anyone's guess.
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