Every year I mark the beginning of summer, the day when the northern hemisphere is tilted most toward the sun, with something special and always in community. One year I celebrated with 99 drummers. Last year I participated in the largest yoga class in the world -- 4,000 people -- in the middle of Times Square. This year I plan to participate in a smaller community yoga class by doing 108 sun salutations by the Hudson River. Do you have any traditions? I'd love to hear about them.
Here's one of my favorite love poems by Hafiz, it's all about love and the metaphor is the sun's relationship to earth.
"Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth
"You owe me."
Look what happens with a love like that.
It lights the whole sky."