Cassandra Gardiner returns with this week’s offering. Guest opinion articles do not necessarily reflect the views of the publication. Ed
As the sun reaches the Tropic of Cancer, the Summer Solstice our longest day, traditionally extolling the sun, celebrating prosperity, fertility, harvest, whilst banishing evil spirits; fires are lit, singing, dancing and jumping the embers for luck, falling into a heady mix of lightest dark and potential mischief, filling with fascination and mystery, a Midsummer’s Eve begins.
As Shakespeare’s play lays open the quest between reality and illusion, dusk through ’til dawn, promising transformation and wildness. Straying into a playful hemisphere of alchemy, no questions will be answered, only thoughts will be laid. Challenging normality with the potency of twilight, charms weave, fertility peaks and what shall be, will be, until the light rises again.
A night of dreams and visions, stories told and untold, trues and non-truths, enchantment depending on the bearer. Dreaming into action, fantasy and reality blurring, faithfulness falls, as inner desires for a brief while are stirred. Creating darkness and light on what couldn’t be seen, feelings come forth and the mind wallows and wanes in silver-lit clouds. How can such irresistible desires be controlled, for not knowing if the dream is within or without. But the beauty of trust and love should be told, at least to oneself.
So into the woods we venture, with tangled bracken, squirrels and deers, finding a mossy patch, resting a fearless head. Whilst the moon shines and the clouds clear, argent light shall brighten the path, as spirits rise and nightfall is young. Stags and bucks will challenge, fairies and nymphs will dance, whispering its way through the trees, potent magic concealing trues, uncovering that which is hidden. Thus the light changes and does the soul, setting forth merriment, festivities and cheer, chanting all that is good with the earth and the fallacy of life.
A time for cleansing, and for this evening playing in the depths of your mind with visions of what might be.
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