SeaHeart

I know I ALWAYS SAY each of the Sabbats is my favorite, but I'm going to do it again! :D Midsummer/Litha is one of my favorite Sabbats. <3 It's so filled with joy, the ultimate time of plenty, the gardens burgeoning with life, the herald of a time of no cold, no snow, the opposite of winter. Perhaps, having lived in western New York for most of my life, I'm more highly tuned to the farthest point away from treacherous ice and snows as possible. Perhaps because it's the Sabbat closest to my birthday, and I associate such happy times and joyous moments with my birthday that it all turns into this great big package of sparkling days. Whatever it is, I love these days and celebrations with all of my heart.

THERE SHALL BE MUCH CAVORTING UPON THIS DAY. *nods* Verily. :D <3

I hope your Litha is beautiful and bright, and if you aren't of a Pagan-ish persuasion, that your Midsummer is filled with happy moments and bright, golden afternoons and fresh strawberries and iced tea and all of the comforts summer brings~ <3



Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.

~ from "A Midsummer Night's Dream"~ <3

Everything is Story. These days are like pages, rustling as each one turns--sun down to stars and back to sun again, light racing across blades of grass, leaves lengthening, flowers spilling open. This is a rich time, a greening time, and everything around me sings.

In our story, I will assume you know the secrets: that Beltane lies across from Samhain, that the days leading up to Midsummer are open and sheer--a veil between worlds that Witches can see through. The fireflies that light the evenings, coming so close as to almost kiss me, are lanterns in the doorway, and at the brambled hedge between my meadow and the greater field, there is a gate. Perhaps I just imagined it, but everything is thin and fragile, and I'm not really certain what I see. Fairies, maybe. Ghosts dancing. It doesn't really matter, everything can be defined by what you see, after all. That is why all stories are different.

So, I kneel in my garden, far past dusk. There is a thin line of lighter blue upon the horizon, and the spangles of stars race, brilliant across the heavens--celestial veins. My eyes are sharpened, in the dark, and I continue digging small holes, filling them with water, until I can see my face reflected. Then, in goes the small plant, and dirt presses around it, under my fingers (I feel, sometimes, as if I'm tucking them into bed). The watering can spills over them again, and the leaves glisten in starlight. I stop when I can no longer see the shape of my face, in the earth, in the water--it has become too dark, even for me. That's when I know it's time to go home.

They say the best way to scry is to dig a hole in the earth, and fill it with water, by starlight--visions will come, truth and stories to fill you. I? I see my face, and I see my smile, as I gently set roots down, into stars. I see hope. I see...

"What are you planting?" the fireflies whisper. I could answer a truth, in kind. Cucumbers, watermelon, sweet tomatoes that twine their vines about my hands--corn seeds that glitter like gold in a palm. Hard, wrinkled peas that will someday yield pods. But there is another truth, and another story, so I whisper back, "possibility." Because the dark is too soft, too cold, for loud voices.

And I don't want to disturb the ghosts beyond the hedge.

My life in the past few weeks, in lovely little digestible noms~

<3 I got my Star Girl added to my fairy tale sleeve, FINALLY!



( Her heart was filled with stars )

<3 We picked poppies from a wild field~



<3 I'm working endlessly on editing Twixt. I have this totally unrealistic goal of being finished with edits by my birthday, July 6th. XDDDD Um. We'll see what happens.

<3 We're planning our first annual Midsummer extravaganza, which we're endlessly excited about and covered in glitter for.

<3 All of our fur babies are finally healthy~ I gave baths to Pan and Poesy last night, and told Link he was far too clean and dainty to get one. XD To which I'm sure he agreed. My two little wild muppets are always tangled in something, and their taller and more more esteemed brother is fretting on the sidelines while they chase frogs and find more ways to store grass clippings in their coats. XD

Poesy--practically CLEAN, compared to what usually happens on such outings. XD


<3 We finally have our vegetable garden rotatilled! I'm going to be consecrating the ground on Thursday (the full moon) and planting on Saturday~ My excitement knows no bounds~ <3

<3 I'm surrounded by people who love me and believe in me and my stories and never, ever, ever let me give up. That's pretty incredible, and something I am endlessly and forever grateful for. <3333333