Litha Under Alien Suns
A Solstice Meditation (Ramble) for the Threshold Witch
The Summer Solstice is spoken of as a festival of abundance, joy, and sunlight. And it is all of those things. But beneath the flowers and the bonfires, beneath the honey wine and the long golden evenings, lies a truth both beautiful and unsettling:
The longest day is also the first day of returning dark.
Litha is a Threshold.
Not a celebration of victory, but of culmination. Litha is that breathless instant when the sun reaches its highest point and, without pausing, begins its long surrender. The wheel does not turn because darkness defeats the light, nor because light defeats the dark. It turns because something older than either of them requires it to. Because everything must yield to rhythms larger than itself.
To sit with that truth, really sit with it, is to practice something very old.
