June Journey: Wild, Whole, and Waking

“The lighter my being gets on this journey through the month of June, the clearer I can see.” (Annette Payne)

In Ireland, it happened often — I’d wake at 3 a.m., and no matter how I tried, I couldn’t coax myself back to sleep.

So it became a ritual. I’d rise quietly, make myself a cup of coffee — yes, caffeine at that hour! Ja! — and nestle into cushions with pen in hand. And like clockwork, the thoughts would knock, asking for a place to land.

I always had an op…