As the longest day of the year comes to an end, an opportunity for a new way of being begins . . .

This is a crossroad moment for us, should we choose to take it this way.  The Summer Solstice graces us by providing a portal of opportunity through which we can walk with unusual grace and ease, moving with the flow of Nature’s own rhythm.  No wonder it has been celebrated for countless centuries.

The key to opening wide this portal of potential– this Portal of Possibility–is a deep feeling of gratitude for all the bounty in our life.  (not a bad idea any day!)  This feeling is nothing short of a communion.  It is a quantum communication with the Infinite Universal Field which seems only too willing to provide our heart’s desires when beckoned forth through this medium.  This is my experience, anyway.

Watching the sun setting on this day, I cannot help but be filled with awe at the natural beauty that surrounds me here on this beautiful Island of Maui.    As I photograph, an owl glides silently by.  She is a symbol to me of death and rebirth—another portal, underlining the importance to consider what might be hampering me and needs to be let go of right now, in order to have more space to enjoy what comes next.

To my visitors and companions moving through this passageway, I bid you a very good journey.

As a science writer, miracles are not expected be within my field of interest.   I’m not a believer in any religion–nor do I believe in the supernatural. I don’t need to believe in the supernatural because nature is already super. I learned this from growing my own organic food. The green chlorophyll in plants is–even as you read these words–performing a miracle of biology, physics and chemistry that enables them to process and package sunlight into food for you and me. In fact, you and I eat the sun every time we bite into a bit of food.

I knew nothing of this when I started gardening in 1973. The only thing I knew was that my TV had died, and this opened up a cathedral of silence inside me. For the first time in my life, I could hear my inner voice without any background static. “Dig in the dirt! Make friends with the green guys!”.  It sang to me like a choir.

As you may have imagined, “the green guys” are the chlorophyll cells that for three billion years now have been empowering the plants on this planet (including the algae in the ocean) to make life out of light. Without the green guys, none of us would be here. Their creative productivity is so miraculous that it’s evaded the grasp of our scientists for as long as we’ve had scientists. But this much we do know:

Plants reach down with their roots and pull up water and tiny amounts of minerals from the soil (or the ocean). They also reach up toward our local star and capture its energy in their chlorophyll cells. By combining this solar energy with what they bring up from below and with the carbon dioxide they snatch out of thin air, they manufacture their own bodies. Of course, their bodies become our food directly through vegetables, fruits, and starches, and indirectly, by feeding any animals we eat. Thanks to the green guys, the light of the sun becomes the life of the earth.

A miracle that’s been happening all over our planet for three billion years now is easy to take for granted. But I prefer not to do that because I enjoy worshipping at the shrine of photosynthesis. As you may know, photosynthesis is the scientific term for the miracle that the green guys perform. “Photo” means light and “synthesis” means manufacturing. The green guys operate factories that run on light–on the renewable resource provided for free by the radiance of the star we’re orbiting.

No religious authority is commanding me to worship at the shrine of photosynthesis. I worship there because I love being down on my knees, participating in the miracle of soil and sky. If I didn’t do this, I’d feel like a mere spectator at my own life. In fact, the more I revere the green guys’ creative productivity, the better my food tastes. Thanks to my reverence, every morsel I eat is a divine communion with the blue-green planet that I live on and with the golden star that she’s orbiting.

When I’m saying grace before my meal I’m not pleading to have my food blessed. I’m honoring the fact that is already is!

Harriet–Maui, Hawaii