“One was longing in midsummer, when it was St. John’s Time at high summer, to experience festivals which released humanity from its earthly restraints, and gave human beings the consciousness that they were not banished to the earth: rather that they could arise and gaze out into the untrammeled realms of cosmos, into the ethers.” -R.Steiner

“O Great Spirit of the East,

Radiance of the rising Sun,

Spirit of new beginning,

O Grandfather Fire,

Great nuclear fire - of the Sun.

Power of life-energy, vital spark,

Power to see far, and to

Imagine with boldness.

Power to purify our senses,

Our hearts and our minds.

We pray that we ay be aligned with You,

So that your powers may flow through us,

And be expressed by us,

For the good of this planet Earth,

And all living beings upon it.”

~ Ralph Metzner

“The out breath of summer draws us out into the ethers and it becomes increasingly difficult to think clearly, but the faculty of divining or intuition can rise up in its place. It is through this faculty that we experience flashes of intuitive thoughts; such insights are especially active in summer. To perceive this and experience the inner reality of the summertime, through intuitive insights, we need to develop a certain sensitivity to the spiritual forces of the earth . This is a challenge similar to that of being aware of what dreams we had during the night and what their symbolism is communicating. We need an artistic sensitivity, in order to assist an interaction between our soul and the “dreaming” earth soul.”

~ Adrian Anderson Living a Spiritual Year.

The Sun

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful

than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon

and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again

out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--

and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any
language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you

as you stand there,
empty-handed--

or have you too
turned from this world--

or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

~ Mary Oliver