21/06/2026
Summer Solstice Blessings!
I've been thinking about how strange it is that we so often treat seasonal festivals as a single day. As though the Sun arrives on a particular date and declares: "Today is midsummer."
Yesterday and tomorrow are almost the same length as today. The Moon is much the same. We talk about full moons and new moons as moments, but they are really processes, brightening and fading over days.
I'm wondering if these turning points are better understood as thresholds than dates. Not points on a calendar, but stretches of time we can walk into and back out of. A Solstice Tide rather than a Solstice Day. A season of noticing. A pause in the turning of the wheel.
Perhaps spiral time is less concerned with exact moments and more interested in lingering. In paying attention to the elderflower, the swifts overhead, the warmth that remains after sunset. Not arriving at midsummer, but inhabiting it for a while.