Solstice Now….

For the beautry of the day…

the rising of the Solstice Sun,

in perfect conjunction

in perfect bliss,

The young ones join

the long dance,

The older ones smile

sweet memories,

Here it is: The biggest dose of Light

On this day – Solstice Bright….

Join us tonight (Wednesday the 21st) to dance the Solstice down at the Oregon Zoo with Mariam et Amadou… A good time, a wild time promised for all.

There is no better way to celebrate the ripeness of the Earth than to dance the Sun into the Western Lands, there is no better way to connect to the pulse of life than raising your voice in song and your body in the Sacred Dance, the long dance…

Join us, we will be there with friends, lovers, kids, food and very, very good times…

Big Love, To You All….



On The Menu:

The Summer Solstice (From the BBC)

The Poetry of the Solstice….


(From the BBC)

Summer Solstice

21st June (sometimes 20th)

Standing stones on a summer’s day

As the sun spirals its longest dance,

Cleanse us

As nature shows bounty and fertility

Bless us

Let all things live with loving intent

And to fulfill their truest destiny

Taken from a Wiccan blessing for Summer

Solstice, Midsummer or Litha means a stopping or standing still of the sun. It is the longest day of the year and the time when the sun is at its maximum elevation.

This date has had spiritual significance for thousands of years as humans have been amazed by the great power of the sun. The Celts celebrated with bonfires that would add to the sun’s energy, Christians placed the feast of St John the Baptist towards the end of June and it is also the festival of Li, the Chinese Goddess of light.

Like other religious groups, Pagans are in awe of the incredible strength of the sun and the divine powers that create life. For Pagans this spoke in the Wheel of the Year is a significant point. The Goddess took over the earth from the horned God at the beginning of spring and she is now at the height of her power and fertility. For some Pagans the Summer Solstice marks the marriage of the God and Goddess and see their union as the force that creates the harvest’s fruits.

This is a time to celebrate growth and life but for Pagans, who see balance in the world and are deeply aware of the ongoing shifting of the seasons it is also time to acknowledge that the sun will now begin to decline once more towards winter.

When celebrating midsummer Pagans draw on diverse traditions. In England thousands of Pagans and non-Pagans go to places of ancient religious sites such as Stonehenge and Avebury to see the sun rising on the first morning of summer. Many more Pagans hold small ceremonies in open spaces, everywhere from gardens to woodlands.


The Poetry of the Solstice….

The Haymaker’s Song

In the merry month of June,

In the prime time of the year;

Down in yonder meadows

There runs a river clear;

And many a little fish

Doth in that river play;

And many a lad, and many a lass,

Go abroad a-making hay

And when the bright day faded,

And the sun was going down,

There was a merry piper

Approached from the town;

He pulled out his pipe and tabor,

So sweetly he did play,

Which made all lay down their rakes,

And leave off making hay.

Then joining in a dance

They jig it o’er the green;

Though tired with their labour

No one less was seen.

But sporting like some fairies,

Their dance they did pursue,

In leading up, and casting off,

Till morning was in view.


The sun is shining

The sun is shining –

The sun is shining

That is the Magic.

The flowers are growing-

the roots are stirring.

That is the Magic.

Being alive is the Magic

being strong is the Magic.

The Magic is in me-

it is in me.

It’s in every one of us.

From the Secret Garden

by Frances Hodgson Burnett


The Fairy Ring

by George Mason and John Earsden

Let us in a lover’s round

Circle all this hallowed ground;

Softly, softly trip and go,

the light-foot Fairies jet it so.

Forward then and back again,

Here and there and everywhere,

Winding to and fro,

Skipping high and louting low;

And, like lovers, hand in hand,

March around and make a stand.


I Stood Against the Window

By Rose Fyleman

I stood against the window

And I loked between the bars,

And there were strings of fairies

Hanging from the stars;

Everywhere and everywhere

In shining, swinging chains;

The air ws full of shimmering,

Like sunlight when it rains.

They kept on swinging, swinging,

They flung themselves so high

They caught upon the pointed moon

And hung across the sky.

And when I woke next morning,

There still were crowds and crowds

In beautiful bright bunches

All sleeping on the clouds




Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;

Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes;

Feed him with apricots and dewberries,

With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;

The honey-bags steal from the huble-bees,

And for night-tapers crop their waxen things.

And light them at the fiery glow-worm eyes,

To have my love to bed and to arise;

And pluck the wings from painted butterflies

To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes:

Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies

(Midsummer Night’s Dream Act 3 Scene 1)



How now spirit! Whither wander you?

Over hill, over dale

Through bush, through brier,

Over park, over pale

Thorough flood, thorough fire

I do wander everywhere

Swifter than the moone’s sphere:

And I serve the fairy queen.

To dew her orbs upon the green

The cowslips tall her pensioners be:

In their gold coats spots you see

Those be rubies fairy favours

In those freckles live their savours:

I must go seek some dewdrops here

And hang a peaarl in every cowslip’s ear…

(Midsummer Night’s Dream)


Through the Looking Glass 1872

Lewis Carroll

Child of pure, unclouded brow

And dreaming eyes of wonder!

Though time be fleet and I and thou

Are half a life asunder,

Thy loving smile will surely hail

The love-gift of a fairy tale.




I am the Fairy MAB: to me ‘tis given

The wonders of the human world to keep:

The secrets of the immeasurable past,

In the unfailing consciences of men,

Those stern, unflattering chroniclers, I find:

The future, form the causes which arise

In each event, I gather: not the sting

Which retributive memory implants

In the hard bosom of the selfish man;

Nor that ecstatic and exulting throb

Which virtue’s votary feels when he sums up

The thoughts and actions of a well-spend day,

Are unforeseen, unregistered by me:

And it is yet permitted me, to rent

The veil of mortal frailty, that the spirit

Clothed in its changeless purity, may know

How soonest to accomplish the great end

For which it hath its being, and may taste

That peace, which in the end all life will share




If ye will with Mab find grace,

Set each Platter in his place:

Rake the Fier up, and get

Water in, ere Sun be set.

Wash your Pails, and cleanse your Dairies;

Sluts are loathsome to the Fairies:

Sweep your house: Who doth not so,

Mab will pinch her by the toe.

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