This morning I collected offerings for the solstice fire tonight -- last year's wreaths, one from grapevines and the other from bindweed vines, a cauldron of pine cones gathered on walks with the dogs, and a nest of threads. Burning them will be symbolic of creating transformational change in my life. I've been thinking a lot about fire's power of transformation and how we really don't know how things will be afterward, that seeking change is an act of faith.
Colorado's forest fires are 55% contained but some say it could continue all summer long -- that could be a lot of change.
And Daisy, black, and Talula, rust, say hello. They seem to know there's magic afoot tonight.
Happy weekending and thanks for coming here. xo