Summer Solstice Magic

As the last few voices chanting “Ommmmm” drifted off in the night breeze, the musical tones of a singing bowl faded with the evening light. It was summer solstice 2011 at Palmer Park in Port Perry – and it was magical. Maria Carr of Flow Yoga, hosted a beautiful evening of drumming, guitar and yoga.

The primal beat of Ron Cross’ African drummers reverberated in the hearts of a large crowd and his offer to allow people to try drumming was enthusiastically answered. In a matter of minutes, everyone was beating a drum or banging a tambourine and I, for one, was exuberantly thumping away with a lot of energy matched only by an abysmal lack of skill.

But who cared?! In reality, no one gave a hoot about their actual musical ability; everyone was having too much fun. It was obvious that the usual  hangups brought on by our own perceptions about musical inability were cast aside as huge grins spread around the crowd. We were like a bunch of kindegarten kids given a drum for the first time and we were going to beat it! Freedom of expression took on a whole new meaning as the beat of African drums filled the night air.

And the yoga! Newly engaged in this ancient philosophy and its benefits, it was pure joy to practice yoga with so many people in such an idyllic setting. The sun was setting behind us; a breeze blew off Lake Scugog and Maria gently led us through a session of yoga that inspired serenity and compassion. I could not have asked for a better way to celebrate the longest day of the year and appreciate the many good things in my life. Could life get any better?

As a matter of fact, it did. Around midnight my husband called me outside to look at the fields surrounding our home. There, in the long grass, flickered hundreds of fireflies. Like twinkling stars, flashes of light glittered as if wee fairies were rejoicing in Midsummer when devils and demons are banished by the long day of light.

As Midsummer’s Eve drew to a close, it was fitting that the magic lingered on. And when I closed my eyes and strained my ears to listen, I’m sure I heard the tinkling laughter of the little people just beyond the hills.

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About Lady Boomer

A voice for lady boomers, Bette Hodgins is a writer, life enthusiast and navel-gazer. Unfortunately navel lint keeps cluttering up her path to enlightenment, but she is nothing if not persistent in her journey of life!
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One Response to Summer Solstice Magic

  1. Mary says:

    What a marvelous experience. I know the lakeside park at Port Perry, so from your excellent writing I can picture your group of enthusiastic drummers, and tambourine players and a guitarist, and your engagement with yoga in the fading sun.

    I’m reminded of what good can come out of the intentions of a like-minded group when they gather to perform a positive act with a positive message. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy, more connected to the universe. I love the word “solstice.” It’s something outside of ourselves, inevitable and blessed. I saw the photos of solstice revelers at Stonehenge and thought at the time how they were filled with belief that something greater than ourselves deserves recognition.

    The fireflies were the icing on the cake. I imagine you slept very well that night.

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