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Sunday, June 24, 2018

Solstice

View from Little Table Rock, Linville, NC
Summer Solstice was spent trying to keep cool, and later on in the evening, it was spent trying to stay dry--far from being able to enjoy the night sky, it stormed. Such is the typical weather for NC in summer, unfortunately. 

But I lit a candle all the same, and passed on to bed, knowing the twice-yearly battle was over, this time won by the Holly King, and now the days will become shorter in the inevitable approach of autumn, and then, winter. 

The past few weeks have been spent trying to figure out who I want to be now. The signpost I was waiting on has passed me, leaving me little more to wait on. There are stirrings from the West, where my eyes have turned. Could my wandering branches but stretch that far, and a new vein arise? I should water this new sprout that has popped its way from the soil, and see where it grows. But it is a far vine to twine, and I am at turns awed and afraid. Will I find what I am looking for that way? Or the wind change once again, and me more lost than ever? Stay tuned. 
Gragg Prong Falls

Next stop: Lughnasadh (Or Lammas, if you prefer), around the beginning of August. I will need to grab some bread dough from the store, and see what I can come up with.

I rearranged the things on my dresser today, that I pass off as an altar. It seems important that it reflect the summer that is here, and the summer that is passing on. If there is something blooming in the yard, I will try to have some of it in a vase. My nasturtiums aren't doing as well as they have been in previous years; whether this has to do with the lilies I planted behind them, the soil needing some fertilizer, or maybe I didn't overplant as much as I have before, I can only guess. 

My herbs are coming along, however, and I hope to pass along photos of them drying, as soon as I get more up and going. I am always amazed at the gifts I receive every year. I am hoping this time around I can share some of my herbs with friends. I have some packed already, in small plastic containers. 

Aye,
Kraneia

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