by allison rae Solstice. Stillpoint. Night of creation. Ancient memories echo from the depths of this vast womb. Listening, silence fills the soul. Heartbeat of the Mother, felt, not heard. This is home.  In the pre-dawn hush of Solstice morning, I dream of a new beginning. For humanity, for the Earth, for each of us. Gathering with family and friends somehow carries more weight, more meaning…