Solstice Mending Ritual

Sometimes mending requires anonymity. It can't be known or visible to others. It's not social, but best done in quiet contemplation, alone and with simplicity.

It is the longest day of this year in my short life, the first day of summer. I don't want to spend it in the office or even in my studio. Instead I'll take a long hike in the Marin Headlands. My mom's ashes are scattered over these hills. I'll visit her and do some mending.

I'm walking in my spirit, I'm walking in my spirit... I'm walking and focused on each step, on the sounds and smells that fill the air, on my breath. My mind settles into the rhythm of attention. The tiny moth-eaten holes in my soul are patched with yellow daisies.

My boyfriend has a job interview next week. He pulled out one of his two dress shirts and discovered that it had been munched. I did a little bit of stitching on my hike but discovered that this chomp job needed some serious time on the operating table (ironing board).

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