My sister Cheri was born a some decades ago on a stormy solstice night. My mother once told me that her middle name was Gale because she blew into the window during a snow storm. She is a storm, of goodness, and heart, and compassion. The Solstice is the perfect time for her to be born.
A Solstice celebration is one of a new beginning, of letting in the opportunity for longer days, more sunlight, perhaps healing, perhaps joy.
My sister is that, she opens her heart to joy, to the opportunity of hope.
I admire her, I love her. Happy Birthday Cheri, I am glad you are in the world.
Tilly Evan Jones 