A weekend of playing in the woods is sometimes all I need feel balanced again. For a weekend, we live in a world so playful and full of possibility, our outside fears diminish and we leave with clarity. Today is, of course, the Summer Solstice and the first day of the sun in the sign of Cancer (my sign). The brightest and longest day of the year before we slowly start unwinding and spreading out into the light we've built up. It is lovely to read some of Emily Dickinson's more mystical poetry--to catch her in moments of awe and wonder of the pure beauty and apart from her humanly skepticism.
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Above shot is by Ben Pigao with model Hannah Gale and styling and makeup by me. Feather earrings are Sahlia Jewelry and clothes are model's own. More from this lovely summery shoot to come.
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As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
A something in a summer’s noon —
A depth — an Azure — a perfume —
Transcending ecstasy.
And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see —
Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me —
The wizard fingers never rest —
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes it narrow bed —
Still rears the East her amber Flag —
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red —
So looking on — the night — the morn
Conclude the wonder gay —
And I meet, coming thro’ the dews
Another summer’s Day!
-Emily Dickinson
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