Let’s do a somersault on the Summer Solstice.

Not necessarily a literal somersault—though some may choose to roll—but a somersault in the broader sense: a turning over, a reorientation, a moment of discovering another way to meet ourselves and the world.

The Summer Solstice marks the longest day of the year, a point of fullness. Yet every solstice is also a turning point. From that moment onward, the days begin, ever so slightly, to shorten. Nature performs a somersault of its own.

Perhaps the question is:

• What habit could be turned over?
• What effort could be lightened?
• What movement could be rediscovered?
• What possibility might emerge if we approached ourselves from another direction?
  
  

A child learns about the world by rolling, turning, crawling, and eventually somersaulting. Each new orientation reveals a different relationship to gravity, space, and self. As adults, we often stop turning ourselves over—literally and metaphorically.

So on the Summer Solstice, perhaps take a few moments to explore a gentle turning:
roll on the floor,
look at the world upside down,
shift your weight from foot to foot,
or simply allow a familiar action to happen in an unfamiliar way.

A somersault is not about acrobatics.

It is about discovering that there is always another side. 🌞🤸‍♂️🌿