The days are long with light.  I’m continuously looking up into the sky.  This morning I saw the moon and shining planets.  My daughter-in-law’s father passed away at this time of Solstice, the sun so brightly overhead for those of us in the northern hemisphere.  I feel it as a beacon for him as he releases his body and like a caterpillar leaving its chrysalis to become a butterfly moves on where we can’t see.  

I’m with passage and grief, the heart overflowing with entry into what we can’t understand and  yet we look upward and within, touched deeply with the meaning we sense and know is there.