magical embrace

There is magic in the air.

Two weeks ago, we had a magical night. We were invited to a solstice and Yule celebration. It resonated with me in so many ways. The ritual was special and just the soothing release and embrace that my heart needed. The company was eclectic and a sublime mix of sweet uniqueness. The gifts were simple and perfect. Songs at the piano, strumming guitars, simply melodies and words of power and reverence. A daisy chain of darling snowflakes the girls created.

It was bliss.

The night wove long into the darkness. Way past assumed bedtimes and yet the magic sustained.

The girls were dreamy. A true gift of comfort that allowed their personalities to shine bright and true. An embrace that was solid and strong and safe.

Pepper is easy to love but hard to like. She comes on strong with full force and chaos. Her flame is unabashedly radiant and bright. A constant spark ready to explode. Finding the wonder and awesomeness of this radiance and creativity and joy and exuberance is something that grows with time. And, with time, the love becomes rich and full and powerful. The depth of her personality is immeasurable.

But, in the glimpses of day to day, there can be judgment and a desire to protect oneself by keeping distance. The chaos can be too big and too much that the richness and supple creativity are lost. The whirring dervish makes it hard to see the thoughtful questions and introspection of this worldly creature.

In this house.

With this people.

And, all this energy.

Was deep acceptance. Full embrace that held her wholly. And in a comforting squeeze that calmed the frayed edges and rapid vibrations of energy.

It was magic.

And, out of the darkest night came this bright gift.

I am hopeful that this magic is there. In other places. At other times. It is reachable and achievable. It is something I can grasp and hold onto. I can throw all the rules and memorized dialogues to the wind and savor the unknown embrace that holds tight.

And, I can inhale into the darkness and exhale out into the light. For this solstice was a turning a point.


“This is the solstice, the still point
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath…”

~Margaret Atwood


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