I’m home again after two weeks on the east coast. Above is a glimpse of my journal page for summer solstice. Though it is now July, I still feel I have been dwelling in the long days of summer solstice, squeezing everything I can in to my trip. There is much to tell; it will have to wait until I get my bearings again. I am home, but a bit disoriented, on east coast time so waking in the middle of the night, and deeply tired from traveling. Still, it was a trip full of marvels and miracles, memories and a little bit of madness. Journeys are like that, full of unexpected surprises around every corner, and you must always be on your toes and ready. Now I am looking forward to some quiet time, slow time, time to absorb and synthesize all the parts of this trip, which were many and varied. So for now, I can only share this image. The yellow was painted on the page before I bound the journal, and its placement in the exact center of the book marked it as my summer solstice page. At the master class I was attending, all was exact and careful lettering, so here I just let my freak flag fly and let my letters go wild.