Midsummer night

We've ended the longest day of the year. The last bits of light are gone.

Now is the high point of the wheel. Take the things you've been holding onto, building momentum through the rush of spring, and launch them like a discus out on their own. This isn't the time to lament that from here on out it just gets darker. That might be accurate, but it's not important. What's important is using this top of the arc to send our lights outward.

Sparks that fly off us as we spin.

Send them out, and spend the summer watching them glow, as some learn to spin on their own and others mark the sky with streaks, accelerating away from our sight. Be warmed by them in the next quarter of the year.

In midwinter, you will remember: The echo of the note struck today, and the promise that it will be sounded again, will call us back from death in the long nights.