Solstice Morning

This morning I had a 5:30 am start at work. (the first such early start I have had in months)

I decided to avoid the "Zoo Bus" entertainments for the morning and I took my bike to work. I left the house at about 5:00 am and the sky was just starting to lighten. It was cool and fresh and there were almost no cars on the road, so I cranked up to a big gear and zoomed down town.

My cycling computer is not working so I'm not sure how fast I was going but I suspect it got up to 35+ KM Per Hr.

As I headed down Spadina towards Bloor in the distance I could hear singing, and As I passed the Native Canadian Center Of Toronto I saw two native men preforming a ceremony on the lawn. Together they sang a native chant while one of them beat on drum and the other tended to a small fire. As I passed them I could smell the burning wood and sage, and It made me absurdly happy I was smelling those sacred things instead of the usual down town stench.

I did nothing to officially mark the solstice yesterday, but even though it was a day late my sweeping by the Native Center Shamen made me feel like I acknowledged it today.