Summer Turns To Winter

Life alongside the seasons and the necessity of addressing your shadows

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Last year, as May drew to a close and June loomed sizzling before me, I felt my internal compass heat up alongside the weather. I was bubbling toward a change, fueled largely by exasperation. I was hitting a wall, mentally and physically, and a desire to feel powerful thrummed beneath my skin. Not control, but power. The confidence, energy, and freedom to take action within my daily life.

At that time I felt so out of control and so exhausted from trying to seize some manner of control that, in a roundabout way, the best option seemed to be doing away with the very notion of control. It was suddenly so apparent that I was chaining myself in my pursuit of something that, to a certain extent, began to feel like an illusion.

I desired a brand of audacity that, I had yet to recognize, feels inherent of the sun.

And the Universe introduced me to the Summer Solstice.

I credit the Universe to my discovery of the Wheel of the Year because as I think back, I really can’t remember or point to anything specific that steered me in that direction. The words Summer Solstice almost just materialized in my mind, and the more I researched the more drawn I felt. The Sun’s energy shone like a beacon on…