Write something today. Solstice. Radiance. Warming earth. Wild heart. Thank you. Umbrellas. I wish for. A poem of day to day life, simple prose. The gift of our language, for each other, looking up at the stars, dancing with laundry in the wind, a peach, a job well done, a sharing. These energies of life making up our lives. So why share THIS? When we are so busy. It isn't very useful. Or is it? These small pauses. To pick up a pen. For a thank you note, a celebration, a kindness for someone. It's good for our health anyways. The gentle staccato of a keyboard when typing for connection. I share this because in the act of even short writing I find my common humanity so easily. (No wonder we stall, this, an invitation into vulnerability. Every day.) And we find beauty. Experiencing this, we WILL be effective, already tapping into something big, loving this world yet desiring its transformation. More effective, clearer on the path. Enough and still capable of more. “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about," writes Rumi. So write. Experiment. Until the solstice? I'll do the same. Yes, THAT grass.