Solstice Celebration
Following the whispers of life to the right place, right time
This morning, I followed the impulse. And like so many times before, that’s all it took. I let the movement arise in me, and without trying to orchestrate or calculate, I found myself—yet again—exactly where I was meant to be.
There is something so comforting about realizing that I cannot make a mistake. That the idea of being in the wrong place at the wrong time is a misconception, a trick of the mind. Because I am not separate from this world—I am an extension of it, and it of me.
Today I woke up at 4:52 AM. Drove into the still-dark morning toward the Red Rocks and hiked to a place I was vaguely drawn to. And there I was, at a truly magnificent Place of Power, arriving at the perfect moment to greet the first rays of sun as they broke over the horizon!
Dawn at solstice—this time is different. The air is crisp, the silence is sacred. Something otherworldly moved through this morning, something mind could never quite understand.
As I sat, bathed in the soft orange glow, I felt the presence of something ancient. I saw long-haired, dark-skinned, feather-adorned warriors walking the same path—coming to this very place for thousands of years. They too came to sit in this small cave facing east. They too came to be still and to bow before the holy.
I see my tendency to rush. To be just slightly ahead of presence, to hurry toward a destination while missing the miracle along the way. But the truth is: when I am present, I am always on time. It’s impossible to be late when I’m truly here.
Today, grace pulled me gently back into the remembering. The remembering that life is whispering all the time - in subtle, accidental moments, strange impulses.
Whether I meet life’s current with deep appreciation or with resistance—complaining like a spoiled child who wants her way—life keeps orchestrating the breathtaking beauty all around.
Today, I bow to that.
