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.
