Summer your soul with Story

Let’s journey into the river of the wild remembering.

Northern Hemisphere. Summer Solstice.

High sun. Divine sun. Blazing sun.

Standing still. Blooming. Ecstasy. Celebration.

Burn bright. Burn out. Scorch. Parched.

Too much heat in the world.

Replenish yourself with a story.

Let’s follow the river of wild remembering—

step toward nourish.

Season yourself with myth.

I had a story. It swirled and shapeshifted.

Now it’s becoming something else entirely.

But either way, we season ourselves with story.

The gods and goddesses are reading us this time of year.

What are we reading inside the divine?

What is the psyche spelling in your soul?

Write/rite your way in and out.

Thread the needle, red.

Stitch. Mend. Begin again.

Art: AI creation

Saturday, June 21, 2025

10:30 AM MT

Live on Zoom

Once again, the story is a mystery.

I like the mystery.

Will you step toward it with me?

Toward the unknown chrysalis of the new Earth narrative?

Myth yourself into the rewilding.

Into the weaving.

Into the remembering.

Artist: Lea Androic

There are too many broken stories.

Too much heat. Too much burn.

Let us move toward beauty.

Toward breath. Body. Place.

Let us cross into the threshold of summer.

Let us move toward the Great Wild Remembering.

Photo: Max Ernst

And to our kin in the Southern Hemisphere:

I see you stepping into winter.

I see the spiral in your heart, the light at the center of your self.

Keep turning toward the inner sun,

while the moon threads memory and meaning through your stories.

Be a firefly.

May the inner sun warm everything.

We are the fireflies dancing with light.

In six months, we will switch places.

You will be our fireflies as we seek the inner hearth.

We hold the story together.

Red thread.

Golden thread.

Stitch a new story into the hem of your cloak.

Art: AI

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