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2020 SUMMER SOLSTICE Mary & Martha's Place at - Mary and ...
SUMMER SOLSTICE
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Mary & Martha’s Place

            2020
      © Mary and Martha’s Place, Inc. 2020
SUMMER SOLSTICE 2020

Things you might gather for a simple altar: candle, flowers, fruits, vegetables, shells.

                                              Welcome

                                             Invocation
                                          from Earth Prayers

Leader:         We call upon the Earth, our planet home, with its beautiful depths and
                soaring heights, its vitality and abundance of life, and together we ask:
All:            Teach us, and show us the way.

Leader:         We call upon the mountains, the high green valleys and meadows filled with
                wild flowers, the snows that never melt, the summits of intense silence, and
                we ask them:
All:            Teach us, and show us the way.

Leader:         We call upon the waters that rim the Earth, horizon to horizon, that flow in
                our rivers and streams, rains that fall upon our gardens and fields, and we ask
                them:
All:            Teach us, and show us the way.

Leader:         We call upon the land which grows our food, the nurturing soil, the fertile
                fields, the abundant gardens and orchards, and we ask them:
All:            Teach us, and show us the way.

Leader:         We call upon the forests, the great trees reaching strongly to the sky with the
                earth in their roots and the heavens in their branches, the fir and the pine and
                the cedar, and we ask them:
All:            Teach us, and show us the way.
Leader:     We call upon the creatures of the fields and forests and the seas, our brothers
            and sisters the wolves and deer, the eagles and doves, the great whales and the
            dolphins, and we ask them:
All:        Teach us, and show us the way.

Leader:     We call upon the moon and the stars and the sun, who govern the rhythms
            and seasons of our lives and remind us that we are part of a great and
            wondrous universe, and we ask them:
All:        Teach us, and show us the way.

Leader:     We call upon all those who have lived on this Earth, our ancestors and our
            friends, who dreamed the best for future generations, and upon whose lives
            our lives are built, and with thanksgiving, we call upon them:
All:        Teach us, and show us the way.

Leader:     We call upon all that we hold most sacred, the presence and power of the
            Great Spirit of love and truth which flows through all the universe ... to be
            with us:
All:        Teach us, and show us the way.
                                                                   Chinook Blessing Litany

For the Earth Forever Turning by Kim Olmer & Nick Page

            For the earth forever turning;
            For the skies, for every sea;
            For our lives, for all we cherish,
            Sing we our joyful song of peace.

            For the mountains, hills, and pastures
            In their silent majesty;
            For the stars, for all the heavens,
            Sing we our joyful song of peace.
For the sun, for rain and thunder,
             For the seasons’ harmony,
             For our lives, for all creation,
             Sing we our joyful praise of Thee.

             For the world we raise our voices,
             For the home that gives us birth;
             In our joy, we sing returning
             Home to our blue-green hills of earth.

Foolishness? No, It’s Not by Mary Oliver

             Sometimes I spend all day trying to count
             the leaves on a single tree. To do this I
             have to climb branch by branch and              .
             write down the numbers in a little book.
             So, I suppose, from their point of view,
             it’s reasonable that my friends say: what
             foolishness! She’s got her head in the clouds
             again.

             But it’s not. Of course I have to give up,
             but by then I’m half crazy with the wonder
             of it--the abundance of the leaves, the
             quietness of the branches, the hopelessness
             of my effort. And I am in the delicious
             and important place, roaring with laughter,
             full of earth-praise.

Music
The Cherokee Feast of Days

Can you see the wind? Can you see the fragrance of flowers floating on the breezes? Can
you see thought or what it is that changes a tree from bare limbs and brown leaves to lush
green? Can you see love or joy or peace? We can only see evidence of these invisible
things, and it is enough to make us know they do exist.

Thomas Merton

Let me seek, then, the gift of silence, and poverty, and solitude, where everything I touch is
turned into prayer: where the sky is my prayer, the birds are my prayer, the wind in the
trees is my prayer, for God is all in all.

from “Sometimes” by Mary Oliver

               Instructions for living a life:
               Pay attention.
               Be astonished.
               Tell about it.

from Walden by Henry David Thoreau

Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny
doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs,
in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sang around or flitted noiseless through
the house, until by the sun falling at my west window, or a noise of some traveller’s wagon
on the distant highway, I was reminded of the lapse of time. I grew in those seasons like
corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been.

Music
Raspberries by Luci Shaw

                Robins and chickadees, quick as
                scissors, are there first,
                sighting along the hairy stems,
                slanting under leaves, darting
                between thorns to the hearts,
                pendant as jewels.

                The birds think the berries
                theirs, and us the shameless thieves.
                Our human neighbor, too, is adversarial.
                Always the primitive growth threatens
                to prickle into his acre,
                and last May he fired our canes
                (while we were gone) not knowing
                you can’t get rid of raspberries
                that way -- up from their small holocaust
                they grew back twice as thick.

                Today, undaunted by the scowl
                from next door. l hunker down, squinting,
                against the sun, lifting aside
                the leaves, plunging. my whole arm
                to a bush's heart, my skin crossed
                with beaded wires of blood,
                my palms bright with a sweet serum.
                Thinking of thorns, and blood, and fruit,
                I take into my fingers, bit by bit,
                the sun of summer.

At this time, if you have a candle on your altar, you are invited to light it and to give blessings and
gratitude to this wondrous planet
Circle of the Sun by Tom Wells

                               Sing...Sun...Sing...Sun... .

                             We are the circle of the Sun.
                          Sing together. Together all is one.
                           Rejoice, Open Up, You and Me.

                            Let us share the light among us.
                           Let us wrap the light around us.
                            Let us share the light among us.
                           Let us Sing...Sun...Sing...Sun….

Bedtime by Maggie Harney

           Night drifts across the lake on a cool breeze.
           Honking insistently, Canada geese
           glide elegantly ashore,
           fluffy yellow goslings trailing dutifully behind.

           On flat black feet, they waddle
           to their nest behind the mountain laurel,
           thump down
           and poke their heads beneath their wings.
           Spring peepers sing lullabies.

           The fire sparks, lights women’s faces.
           Pencils whisper on journal pages.
“Lord, it is night” borrowed in part from the Liturgy of Night Prayer found in The New Zealand Prayer Book

Gracious Creator,
The evening now draws us
toward the stillness of night.
Let us be still in your presence.
What has been done has been done;
what has not been done has not been done;
let it be.
The night is dark.
Let our fears of the darkness of the world and of our own lives
rest in you.
The night is quiet.
Let the quietness of your peace enfold us,
all dear to us,
and all who have no peace. Amen

Blessing

If you would like to view this Summer Solstice celebration again or share it with
others, it is on Mary & Martha’s Facebook page.

Want to write a haiku about summer?

A haiku is a short poem, usually about nature, with only three lines. Each line has a certain
number of syllables: five syllables in the first line, 7 in the second & 5 on the last line.

For example:
Arms swing up and right
Legs kick left, over the clover
        Gingko tree dancing
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