20/06/2025
Honouring Midsummer — The Sun’s High Crown
As the sun stands at its highest and the light lingers longest, I pause to honour the turning of the year — the sacred fire of Midsummer, when the sun is at full strength and the land breathes in golden life.
This is not just a season. It is a rite — a time when our ancestors gave thanks for warmth, for growth, for protection. When the veil was thin and the spirits of field and flame danced beside them.
I do not mark these days by modern calendars or forgetful clocks. I mark them by feeling — in firelight, in wild walks through woodland, in carvings made by hand, and offerings whispered under open sky.
Through my craft, my life, and the way I raise my kin, I strive to keep the old ways alive — not in mimicry, but in meaning. Every rune I carve, every bowl I shape, every prayer I speak is part of that living thread.
So today, I honour Sol, the mighty sun, and all the gifts she brings.
And I give thanks to the gods, to the landvættir, and to those before me, whose fire I carry still.
Let the light stay with you. Let your roots grow strong. Let the old ways breathe through new hands.
— Seiðrúna