It's Summer Solstice. The sun is at his most powerful. He blazes.
I'm on my way home, today, but I am aware of the sun, of the presence of the God, the masculine divine.
I feel him, feel his bright, immolating presence. I'm tempted to immerse myself in that energy, to let it char me to ash so that I may rise up again, new, reborn.
Happy solstice, y'all...