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| Midsummer
weaves a tapestry of glow & glimmer ~ warp of potent sunlight, woof of fairy
glitter. Magick is the loom on which this holiday is patterned, when the ripening of leaf
and bud mingles with the haunting knowledge that after today light is on the wane.
Longest day heralds the start of Summer, sun pulsing with passion
... a last tawny day of celebration before the inexorable encroachment of night's
lengthening fingers. A time for drinking in the golden energies ... for chanting to
the Sun ... for filling our hair with flowers, our hearts with the fierce light of hope.
Shortest night intensifies
the darkness, yielding up its sweet secrets like a wanton lover. The power of magick runs
through the bones & through the blood ... electric and charged with the promise of the
unseen. In the swirl and billow of Nature's fabric, mystery dances on the breeze. On
this night above all others we seek enchantments that shimmer just beyond the veil.
Fairy-knowing, soul-stirring, earth-healing.
The pulse is right
before us. Deep Earth Power moving. Breathe in the scent of Pan on the wind. Tune
hearts to the beat of Gaia. Embracing Midsummer, we meet the magickal head-on, full
tilt and flying ... breaking barriers of the plausible and the
possible.
This
Midsummer's Eve walk between the trees in some secluded spot. As the sun glows its last
kiss of twilight ... fairy-force charged in the darkening air ... wisdom riding in the
currents among the trees, seek the shift and flicker of gossamer in the gloaming. |
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