What is that moment, between in-out breath, pulse; brain synapses …when is that moment between conception and the first stuttering heartbeat in the womb?
Where and when, do we feel the shift from one season to another, as the wheel turns? What is the sound of the approach of Equinox or Solstice …for its close, and I can feel it but I have no words to describe how. It will be different, for each of us. A change of resonation in the earth, is all I know. As we grow our sensitivities, due to all the varying stimuli from planetary changes occurring, I sense the approaching Solstice and, be we Northern or Southern Hemisphere, a universal cognisance; something big, is about to go down. But, at what moment did we first begin to discern the energy of this changing time.
Hear the winds calling a sultry refrain
He’s still out and about, in the woods post Beltane
He’s there, in the rustling of fresh, fragrant leaves
He sends small reminders that tug at your sleeves
I am the essence that lives …all unseen
I am the memory of all that is green
Take up the mantle of earth’s greening time
Smell my wild fragrance like fresh summer wine
Come to your circle in Hawthorn arrayed
I’ll meet you in the greenwood
…where my music is made
She is heard in the cry of a newly birthed child
Her song is the call of a fox in the wild
Untamed and unfettered. she walks moonlit fields
where love is complete and in passion she yields
to the love of her partner
and her children, wild and free
All that’s done in her name is not judged
She lets it be
for when she loves, it is unconditional
She knows the frailty of all that’s made
So dance with her in the greenwood
in silver moonlight arrayed
She’s there, with her twin, her partner
as nature blossoms anew
In the stillness of Moonlight
their footprints seen, in moistly glistening dew
on grasses that ripple, with the weight of rain
and in the soft scents of spring
that eases human pain
When you sorrow, when you fear
the unknown, becomes clear
when you worship in sun and moonlight
dance in circle in grove and glade
for they will meet you in the greenwood
…where their music is made
Summer solstice, Alban Hefin, meaning Light of the Shore or …Litha, stemming from the latin solstitium, meaning “sun stands still”, which is what the sun appears to do on this day. It is opposite on the Wheel of the Year to Winter Solstice. Alban Arthan …Yule.
How fast has Litha come around again!
Celebrated as the longest day in the year, when life and light are at their most abundant …I feel as if everything begins to strain toward that light, for on Solstice it reaches its zenith and begins the long slow slide down toward autumn.
This day in my culture is the day of Jack in the Green …the Oak King, who must once again battle and lose supremacy to the Holly King of winter as the wheel turns on.
Oak trees reach their peak too, their familiar acorn seeds begin to swell, ripen and fall in the last bid for continuing life, and yet humankind strain instead, constantly toward youth and beauty, from a media prescribed formula, that cannot possibly match the natural cycles of the ageing process that we all face.
Personally? I feel a sense of wonder in the fecundity of the landscape. This week the grasses and grain crops, already ripe early, are being harvested. I see the bale-maker as some sort of female machine, “laying” round, hay-bales, like big, fat hay-eggs, before more rain comes or sudden heat, dries everything out. We have both, forecast for this week.
Litha, is known as a day for renewing the vows we made to our patron deity and setting new goals, as the old reach their peak, beginning to show the first signs of manifestation …then to be harvested in autumn. Again we see this mirrored in our lives, more strongly than ever, if we are aware/awake enough to see.
The Summer Solstice is one of the three Spirit Nights of the year, the other two being Beltane and Samhain. Faeries and ghosts are abroad, easily visible to those whose sensitivities make the veil between the worlds appear exceptionally thin. This is a good time to cull magickal and healing herbs: fern seed gathered on midsummer’s eve are said to make one invisible; elderberries ward off enchantment, the tree near a house, protection from lightning strikes. Stonecrop, vervain, and yarrow are hung in special places around the house for protection against the evil eye and death. Above all, it’s the time for harvesting St. John’s wort, the golden, star-shaped flower that is the first of all herbs to gather in. Known as the, “blessed plant”, it is renowned throughout the Celtic lands for bringing peace and prosperity to the house, health to animals and an abundant harvest. It is cast into the midsummer bonfires, and placed over doors of houses and farm buildings for its protective powers. For these magical plants are filled with the energy of the sun at its peak, now transformed into green blessings for the human realm.
So, as the seasons change and the wheel turns again, I wish you Peace.