Today is the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. I was thinking of writing about the beauty of the passage of time, of watching and noticing the way the light changes and taking joy in it–but, James Carroll at the Boston Globe said it much better than I could:
Intimate awareness of nature and its cycles…was an ancient mode of survival. But survival is at issue again. Noticing the length of light now, reveling in the sun’s achievement, rejoicing in Earth’s perfect balance, honoring the summer solstice — loving it: This is how we became human, and it is how we stay human.
One of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver, reads “The Summer Day,” which ends with the beautiful line that titles this post:
Happy solstice!
Eliza F. Cava 
I always find the summer solstice kind of depressing…it’s all down hill from here.