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Celebrating Litha

It has been a long, exceedingly cold, long winter. If I never hear the words polar vortex it will be too soon. The spring in this area was nothing to write home about either. I haven't completely packed away my winter sweaters because they still come in handy from time to time. But alas, Litha has ushered in summer with the longest day of the year, our wonderful solstice yesterday.

Today, I celebrated Litha inspired by these:


Thinking I was an awesome athlete:



I set out in the morning, doing what I've done to celebrate the arrival of summer since my earliest memories...I returned to the water, and it was awesome! Meditative and quiet, I was left feeling connected to nature around me and to my innermost self. My soul felt contented and complete.

Summer comes on swiftly with heat and testy storms in the Midwest. With its warmth there also comes the opportunity to delight and to retreat in pure unadulterated joy and the sweet memories this season invokes.

Though it was yesterday, my spirit continues to celebrate and welcome the gifts of Litha!


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  1. Lovely, Stephanie thank you. We're smack into winter here though the days are bearable for the moment. Nights are freezing.

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  2. Oh Susan! What a contrast to what we're feeling here. We've just finally licked winter.

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