It’s long been “my thing” and I am teaching my grandchildren to stop and appreciate the sunsets as well.
I could add easily a hundred pictures of sunsets. Not so many of sunrises as in summer they happen way way too early for me to capture them! In the winter yes but not near the summer solstice! Sunsets happen so late in the evening then that it’s a lovely way to cap off the day.
I love freshly laundered sheets & a breeze in the window
I love sunrise, sunset, the SUN, the moon & the stars
I love puppies & kitties and walking in the snow
I truly deeply love the man of my dreams, my soul mate
I love biking down a new road & skiing in the powder
I love babies, toddlers, cuddles & daily hugs
I love ice cold beer & still warm chocolate chip cookies
I truly deeply love my soul sisters & am blessed with so many
I love colors and textures & creating with fabric, paper or wood
I love the crunch of leaves & the hot dry wind of summer
I truly deeply love my children even with the challenges
I love entertaining & old houses & interesting countries
I love photo albums, a good book & quality alone time
I love real mail, garden peas, bonfires & chocolate
I truly deeply love myself & where I am right now
I love writing letters, blogs, journal thoughts & poetry
I love that professionally I help someone in need
I love that I’ve been so blessed in this life
Our plan for June of 2020 was to be in the Yukon in the land of the midnight sun. It has long been a dream of mine to spend the solstice there where today the sun rises at 0347 and sets at 0051. Isn’t that so cool!! The brief three hours were the sun isn’t up is certainly filled with “civil twilight” (a new to me phrase) as even here it’s not every really dark dark. The light glows from the north west till about 0130 and then moves to the north east by 0230. That’s the benefit of having bouts of insomnia I guess!
I’m working on a couple of other posts that aren’t flowing well. So that made this fun to pull together.
But then it hits me. It’s summer solstice, Father’s Day and National Indigenous Day as well. Just like last year when I wrote about Trifecta Day. In it I felt I failed to do justice to the last of items above. Now this year I’ve once again failed to make a meaningful contribution to recognizing this day.
I have earmarked some time to chat with a Metis friend and find out her family story. I’ve known her for 45 years and never asked. I texted a friend who is, just now at 63, exploring her indigenous background. Finding aunts and uncles and cousins that she had ZERO clue that they existed. I told her I admire her bravery in finding out the difficult silent past of her family. I continue to listen to podcasts as time permits. I’ve read a couple of novels instead of reading the TRC report but seems I read to settle the insomnia I am not certain that material would work. I recall three years ago that some of it is quite raw and difficult to read and absorb that this happened in my Canada.
There is no easy fix for these issues and the most repeated phase is that we must listen and learn. For there to be reconciliation there must first be recognition of what has transpired and I continue to seek to enlighten myself. That’s the take away.
So now this year I have failed to address Father’s Day as well as it seems to be a silent Sunday here on that front. I made a nice breakfast and supper plus brownie peanut butter pie. That’s, sadly, about as exciting as this occasion became. I had hoped for a family supper but that was not in the cards.
Both of those factors could make today feel like a wash. I’m working on finding the silver lining and seeing it from the bigger picture. I will certainly take a moment to appreciate the view.
Minutes ago, as I was finishing up the post, I heard on the news it is National Indigenous Day tomorrow. I wondered when I wrote above that it was just like last year how the heck that happened. Anyway, I am going to let the post stand as is.
PS once again #Sundaystills blog prompt of “solstice” has been hosted by Terri over at http://Second Wind Leisure Perspectives