I've been in the garden and working outside in the long summer days for several weeks now, and last Friday night I celebrated the 2025 summer solstice with a smudging ceremony with friends of mine, and afterward we laughed and danced well into the night - long after Mother Sun had wound her way down over the horizon.   The sky sparkled with starry pinpricks above while we frolicked until sweat (and mosquitoes) decided to chase us inside.  Of course it was followed by a time of inspiration.    Long after my friends left for their homes, I sat on the floor in my parlor passing through old photographs - walking down memory lane, as it were.  And what a journey it was! I looked at photos of my father - who took his migration nearly 16 years ago now.  I found photos of the gravestone of one of my aunts (on my mother's line) - and I recalled how I had forgotten that it had been 25 years since she left on her journey!  I looked at pictures of my daughter...