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Although I was born in the Southern Californian Suberban Sprawl,I lived many years in different parts of the Pacific Northwest in Rural Farm Country. There I lived many years Literally within vast Wheat or feedcorn fields.
I have since associated the season of summer with the work that the farmers there did. I have long seen Summer as a time or work, regaurdless of your age or occupation. It's a time of cultivating and tending, to yield a great harvest in the fall.
We work with the earth, it's unavoidable. If you eat food purchased in a supermarket, it's tough to appreciate the work that goes into growing a Tomato or an ear of corn. I urge anyone who can (and most can't) to plant a garden of your own. Even if you end up killing every plant you work with, it's still the working with the earth that makes your work sacred.
Enjoy the fruits of Summer(organically if you can possibly help it.) The heady Tomato,The succulent Watermelon, The Juicy Peach,The Robust Corn....these are all part of our world,part of our mother and father..we eat of thier flesh....creating a communion with nature..ripe with the summer suns vibrant power...share these things with your family and remember these treats when the cold of winter is at your door. In doing so we teach our young again the cycle of the world turning,spinning,round and round. The Wheel of the Year.
Blackthorne

But today is bright
Today the sun is high
Today the world is warm and bright
and we celibrate this with fire.
The Lord Sun blazes above
Our fire blazes below.
Ceisiwr Serith:The Pagan Family(Handing the Old Ways down.)
Llewellyn 1994

To Summer
O thou who passest thro' our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,
Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard
Thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car
Rode o'er the deep of heaven; beside our springs
Sit down, and in our mossy valleys, on

Some bank beside a river clear, throw thy
Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream:
Our valleys love the Summer in his pride.

Our bards are fam'd who strike the silver wire:
Our youth are bolder than the southern swains:
Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance:
We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy,
Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven,
Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.

William Blake:The Works of William Blake



Links

The Ritual Hut Forum:Summer Solstace:
The Summer Solstace: by Rev Robin Du Molin
Summer Solstace:info for Pagans: by Hope
The Summer Solstace: A scientific Perspective.
'A Midsummer's Fantasy' (for summer solstace)Rel Davis
Religion in BelarusKupalle (Solstace, June 21)
Summer Solstice
Summer Solstice
CELEBRATION OF SUMMER REMEMBERING OF WINTERby Larry Reyka


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