After the Solstice

We’ve been traveling and working, doing the tasks of life and summer, seeing kids and grand-kids and saying goodbye to beloved family who have passed over. It seems good.

Yesterday marked the summer solstice and the longest day of the year. Today we will share ceremony to mark the year’s turning. This day will be only a tiny bit shorter than yesterday, and the real heat of summer is yet to come. Still, even as we indulge in the strawberry harvest we note that fall is not that far away.

The weather is truly summery, although last night was in the 40’s F. The sky is a radiant blue that lasts until almost ten in the evening. The sunshine is abundant and glorious. This morning, for a brief time, it illumined just the very tops of the trees, a light show that accompanied the dawn chorus of bird song.

The past two weeks have brought much harsh news, more evidence that our government and those that support it care little for people, especially children and elders, or history. Watching children and families in cages, or ripped apart as they sought refuge at the border, brought back images of the Indian wars, World War Two, and the Holocaust. We have, unfortunately, been here before but apparently have learned nothing.

I find myself wondering how friends who survived the Holocaust are doing as they are confronted by evocative images of kids and families suffering. One of them, then a boy of five, was smuggled out of the Warsaw ghetto in a sack thrown on a garbage barge. I guess he was thrown away in order to live. I see no such logic in the deeds of our government, only blind ideology that will surely come back to haunt our own children.

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7 thoughts on “After the Solstice

  1. I am too exhausted by the ugliness coming out of the White House this week to put a coherent sentence together, even though the words are bouncing around in my skull.

  2. One of the good things I heard today is that there is a new documentary in theaters called “Won’t You Be My Neighbor?” Yes, it’s about Mr. Rogers. I take every word he says as a model of how to care, how to love, and every one of his actions as considered inclusion. We are all children, yearning to know that we are loved and can give love. We need to “look for the helpers” especially in dark times.

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