And a Happy Solstice to All.
I adore this holiday. And I will get right to the point- on this day of longest days the Oak and Holly Kings will battle- as is their tradition and right. And the Holly King, my King, will win. He will usher in the shorter, sweeter, hibernative (yes I made that word up to suit my grammatical needs) days which eventually lead to the late summer and fall darkness. He brings the seasons into the Winter, he brings me into Winter.
The Summer Solstice, Litha, marks the day during which the most hours of sunlight (in Alaska this year it does not seem to make a lick of difference what day it is- there are many MANY hours of sunlight) will shine. We celebrate light, lightness, and warmth even while we begin to arrange for the disappearing lightness that follows.
It always seems to strike me- this constancy of celebration and preparation- on the Big Days. I rediscover the dualism of grief and gratitude in every moment of every day during these holidays which recognize both. Grief and Gratitude.
There are so many sides to so very many coins.
Merry Midsummer, Loves.
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