The curious thing that I am learning is that magic has its own schedule. Over midsummer I was part of some special rituals but there was definitely a little nagging voice always asking: "Am I feeling anything?" A shift in reality or some kind of epiphany. Was there magic?
The answer is yes, however the way it shows itself is different for everyone. For me it has come in gentle waves over time. It's a warm glow and a recurring sense of wonder. A feeling of connection and healing.
The pictures are of the solstice art ritual that I facilitated on June 22nd. It was wonderful to see so many people working together almost wordlessly, to create something beautiful that we then burned. Our intentions were set alight and the flames melded with the heat of the sun while taking the gentle rain fall.
Sabbats are our time to pause and notice. The history and customs may come from a time when human life was vastly different, nevertheless I would argue that given the times we now live in, we need them more than ever.