solstice surrealisme
well what does it mean? everything and nothing of course. once again. as the longest day of the year (our lords 2026) comes to the blue light of dusk. and the beeswax candle flame baton also lets out her lasp rosy gasps. the shortest night of the year consequently arrives. two lamps illuminate the space. not offering much when the sun's face still peaked over tam. now glowing generously to bathe me in comforting light. a new rug. organizational projects. lots of things covered in oil. never stepping foot outside (besides balcony) on this long day was thrilling. rest, i needed the true unadulterated vacation of rest and to dissolve in to my own mind. in these ways. i needed to create wholeheartedly. to feel into the power of this divine feminine that flows through the earth, upward, powerful. and to encounter the joyful solitude of bliss. this summer has already had so many eras. i am so grateful. imagining a life in may was quite ridiculou...
