The road to hell is paved with good intentions. This phrase can be attributed to Bernard of Clairvaux, a French abbot in the mid-1100s. My good intentions from June have failed to fruition as this is only the second post of the year. It seems that regularity, or the lack of, is my hell.

Here I am six months later, just past the day with the least amount of sun. Looking ahead to more light. I feel like I am solar powered and am hopeful as light begins its return.

I had a small fire to honor the solstice and spent some time to reflect on the year and celebrate a bright future ahead.

Does anyone else feel compelled by the natural cycles?