Summer Solstice Invocation

To the east. To the messengers of gods and goddesses. To Mercury, our winged messenger, whose whispers of Truth anchored us into Solstice presence. To the Trickster and the unexpected weaving of webs that led us here. To the summer storm clouds of transformation. May we know ourselves. May we trust. May we create from the light of solar inspiration. May we revel in the joy of summer’s sensory experiences. May we remember TRUTH is DIVINE and will set us free. May we be the writers and weavers of our own unfolding.

To the south. To the fires of father sun, and the energy that fuels life. To the radiance of our soul essence. To full-bodied feeling and the passion of purpose. To the fire within that brings LIFE to existence. To the Lover. To the Warrior. To the ecstatic music of an open heart. May we hold our self-worth on the highest pedestal, closest to the sun. May we be so in LOVE with our own essence that we choose it every day. May we emanate so much life force that we attract all we desire and seek. May our confidence be unyielding and our passion untamable.

To the west. To the waters of cardinal Cancer and the cleansing of our inner earth. To the emotions that teach us how to be in love with life and compassionate to all. May our loving waters bring sacred balance and quench the fuels of rage. May we GRIEVE so we no longer feel the need to recreate the past. (Grief is growth.) May we FEEL so that our subconscious can navigate the hidden wounds that close the heart. And may we HEAL so that we choose love — even and especially in moments of pain. May we access the deep imagination that unearths the genius within.

To the north. To the heart of the earth. To the elementals and nature spirits. To the tallest mountains, hidden forests, and magical meadows. To the stages of life: the growth of the caterpillar, the discomfort of the chrysalis, and the transformation into our rightly wings. To the land that nourishes and makes our existence possible. May we be so grounded in our truth, that we allow others to be in theirs. May we be so embodied in selfhood that we support rather than criticize or compare. May we find our home in all of the earth’s moss-covered grounds, sacred roots, and tree canopies. May we find a safe place to BE. May we bloom.

Thank you. And so it is.

© Mandi Garrison