In ten minutes, we turn the corner and the Sun King is reborn. Or at least, that’s how our indigenous religions phrase the turning of the annual clock. In precisely six months, the Sun King dies once again, and the forces of darkness once again steal the light from us.
But now, in the midst of death, we are in life.
Fellow Northerners: May the light that you need, both inner and outer, illuminate your path over the next six months of expansion. If you’re in the southern hemisphere, ah well, nights are (imperceptibly) drawing in.
