I lit my candle last night for the Solstice and spent a long time on the phone with a friend. She lives in Wisconsin and does the Solstice right. She builds a fire on the bank of a river and spends a quiet evening with some wine and a prayer or two to the Goddess. So we talked in hushed tones as befits something so special to both of us.

I should have been there with her, but my job is all-consuming. Never seem to be caught up and must fight to keep from falling behind. Sometimes, though, it takes a special occasion like the Solstice to remind me just how earth bound we humans really are.

Perspective restored, I returned to work today with a new found spirit. I know the day is coming when I will be able to sit on a river and spend a quiet evening with Earth Mother, too. This life in the city does not suit me.