I’ve been pulling a lot fewer tarot cards these days. There came a point when I was feeling a little over saturated and overly skeptical with the self-work self-care self-industry out here. (but it’s had enough of an effect on me I don’t even care to make that last sentence grammatically correct)
Following one particular email about a new course offering the guidance to work through traumas and set boundaries I just couldn’t embrace that kind of extreme foray into something I simply wanted to explore, mainly for aesthetic and creative purposes.
Here in the high desert the solstice, full moons, new moons, and just about everything in between, comes soaked in a crystal and herb infused bath with a side of spell casting and homemade candle pouring.
There’s a limit to everything with me and while I’m not a full-fledged skeptic — I revel in strange and new experiences — I do retain a certain amount of gravity and questioning.
All that’s to say, posting about the summer solstice may seem stereotypically California, there is a fascination I have with the universe and cosmos that is purely scientific. And the thought of the longest day of the year is one I will always feel the need to acknowledge and celebrate for one reason or another.
The summer solstice, also known as midsummer, occurs when one of the Earth’s poles has its maximum tilt toward the Sun. It happens twice yearly, once in each hemisphere. For that hemisphere, the summer solstice is when the Sun reaches its highest position in the sky and is the day with the longest period of daylight.Wikipedia
Here are some polaroids I took this evening, and one of me by Nate. Happy solstice from Joshua Tree xoxo