Guess what?! I outran ’em. My pedaling swiftness outpaced the stormclouds this afternoon. I am blissfully happy! The raingear stayed stowed in my panniers.
On the last leg of my journey though, this caused a wee bit of stress. Not to me, but on the seams of my adorable saddlebags. Once more, I (somehow!) excessively-shopped, forgetting that I had to get all of this shit home. On the bike.
It wasn’t a LOT of things, just LARGE things. Shoved into the already-partially-loaded carriers. Even though waterproof garments are very light, they DO still take up space. Precious space that I don’t have much of.
On days like this I wish more than anything for someone to take my picture as I putter along. It has GOT to be amusing to see that view on the street.
Turned out fine though, my crap and I arrived safely back at The Burrow, totally beating those rainclouds. Not like it was a race, because I’m the opposite of competitive. I just prefer to avoid the outdoor showers, any time I can.
Those sunshiny pockets today were perfect for the holiday. It’s Solstice, Happy Summer! Unless you are not in my time zone, then it could be tomorrow. Here’s the backstory, in case you haven’t read every post I’ve ever written in the past gazillion years. From this site, she says,
“Summer Solstice falls at the precise moment when the Sun’s power is at its zenith. It is the time of year when the noon sun appears to be farthest north from the celestial equator. ‘Solstice’ is Latin for ‘sun stands still.’ Summer Solstice is so named because to the naked eye the sun appears stationary in its northern and southern progression. The sun is directly over the tropic of Cancer at the summer solstice. The sun travels 23.5 degrees to reach its maximum distance from the celestial equator during both the summer and winter solstice.
It is the longest day and shortest night of the year. From the moment of Summer Solstice, the Sun immediately begins to wane. The journey into the harvest season has begun.”
And when it falls near midnight (8 minutes to 10 this year*), over here on the Westerly side, we get the designation a day earlier than those in other regions. It’s simply a matter of numbered calendar markers and hand-drawn lines on a map.
*As shown in the box, right <——- 0ver there.
To celebrate this most auspicious of events, our message arrived with some irony. At the risk of sounding like Doreen, take a gander at what we were given.
Blessings, Gifts, and Treasures, found or provided by Nature.
As I’ve mentioned before, the first thing I do every “morning” is to stand at my sliding glass door and take in the view. My vantage point of a gorgeously picturesque ridgeline is only slightly marred by the broken, falling down fence, at the end of our small, scruffy yard. The blessings part, for me, is that it’s OUR broken, falling down fence, and OUR small, scruffy yard.
The scenic vista belongs to everyone, and that’s the strength of this message. There is a lovely place to rest our eyes, something Mother Earth has provided, no matter who we are or where we live.
For the daily draw, I went with our Special Occasion cards, due to the sacredness of the day. (And wow, could it have BEEN more appropriate?!)
“Eagle ~ 0 ~ Spirit
Zero rests at the very core of our numerical system – suspended somewhere between the positive and the negative. While suspended in the womb, we sit at the heart of our own personal universe; barren like the number zero with seemingly nothing physical to offer, but innately imbued with a desire to go forth and learn. We sit as if perched on a precipice, waiting for the best opportunity to take the leap of faith that will initiate the rest of our lives.
The concept of Spirit is very much like the number zero. Spirit sits between the worlds – it is neither here nor there. Spirit may be intangible but it is not inaccessible. People often say that they cannot believe in something they cannot see. Air is not visible to the naked eye but we trust that it is there. We experience it every time we inhale, when a baby takes its first breath, and every time we see a flower swaying in the breeze. We have no tangible proof of its existence but based on trust and experience we have faith in the fact that it will always be there. The concept of Spirit is exactly the same. We have to trust that it is there and that when we are in need, our calls will be heard.
The Eagle is revered as a symbol of the Creator Spirit because of its ability to soar to breath-taking heights. Its piercing eyesight is said to bare witness to the fears we keep locked deep within our consciousness; our vulnerabilities, discomforts, and inabilities. And it has the sacred capacity to know our heart of hearts, our sincere and purest intent, and our true essence.
If Eagle has soared into your cards today, be comforted in the knowledge that Spirit is guiding and protecting you while you make decisions and grapple with the obstacles you are inevitably going to face as you journey through life. Eagle comes as a reminder that in order to achieve anything in this life, educated leaps of faith must be taken, trust in one’s inherent capabilities must be recognized and brought to the fore. Without these qualities life is full of possibility but devoid of movement or purpose.
Not until we identify our strengths and the opportunities they afford can we realise the potency and promise within our lives. Not until we find the courage to take the first step and witness the chain of events that lead to the final one can it be realised that all is as it should be.”
Animal Dreaming Oracle Cards by Scott Alexander King
was a trip downtown then that OTHER stop, 8.753 miles, in 50 minutes 11 seconds, with an average speed of 10.4 MPH.
Today’s Blog Post:
is number 1, 456. Onethousandfourhundredfiftysix!