Today is the Summer Solstice…the longest day of daylight in the year. The sun’s energy is very powerful on this day, so when I got up early this morning, I did something I haven’t done in a long, long time. I went fishing. Yep…I went fishing all by myself. I loaded the car with my tackle box, a old cane pole, an old, thin blanket and soda and sandwiches, a can of dirt and worms I dug out of the courtyard, a backpack full of ritual supplies, and I drove up toward the northern part of Georgia. I haven’t done this in ages…I felt like such a rebel, scooting out of sight before anyone missed me and leaving a note on the table that said simply, “Gone Fishin’.”
It wasn’t long before I reached the property of some friends and I dodged through the old cattle gates. The only thing missing was my old pickup and being barefoot. The latter would be remedied soon enough. I got settled down at the edge of that old pond, rolled up my pant legs, shedded my shoes, put on my ball cap, baited the hook and dangled it down into the water. To be honest, I really didn’t care if I caught anything or not…that wasn’t really my purpose for being there. I was there to worship the sun. I breathed in all the smells around me…the smell of hay, the water, and yes, the pasture. I felt the way I imagined a vampire might feel after the first taste of blood after a long famine.
I could feel the sun’s energy pulsing through my body, my veins. I could feel it combining with the heartbeat of Mama Earth. As I breathed, my own breaths danced in rhythm with all that was around me. I felt revitalized in a way I haven’t in a long, long time. I could feel the sun kissing my face. The knowing that the Scotch/Irish in me would turn it a glowing red first, then the Cherokee in me would turn it to a glowing copper brown by tomorrow. I watched as the fishing line bobbed in the water. Nothing was biting…that was fine with me anyway. I let the remainder of the worms go and let the now empty hook bob up and down. Hopefully the fish were at least entertained.
As I lay there in the sun, I could feel beads of sweat forming all over me. I am not a fan of being uncomfortable and the water looked so inviting. I took off my shirt and looked down at my Buddha-shaped belly and laughed out loud. Before I realized it, I had shucked my shirt, my pants, and my underwear and was running like a wild man….screaming and laughing as I jumped in the water buck-assed naked.
I felt that primal energy of Cernunnos surging through me as I ran and jumped into that cold water…heated by the sun at the surface level only. When I hit, I took a hard breath in as I felt the shock of cold in places that I really had rather not felt it. After I adjusted to the temperature, I floated backwards, again taking in the rays from the Sun God. While I floated, my thoughts were everywhere and nowhere all at once. Words to spells and songs gently caressed my brain. It was like being a kid all over again…skinny-dipping at the old pond in my grandpa’s pasture with my best friend. No shame…no fears…just freedom.
I brought myself lazily back onto the shore of that old pond. I didn’t even bother to put my clothes back on…who was going to see me as far out as I was…the cows that may come venturing up wouldn’t care. I situated myself back onto the blanket and pulled all of my supplies out of the backpack. Everything went in its place…the candles, the skulls, the stones. Today I brought incense with me, and poppets. I have been making a mojo bag for my roomie…he needs a bit of luck, positivity, and prosperity in his life. In this blue night sky bag with golden stars, moons and suns…I place a green beeswax poppet. I had put a hole in the bottom of the poppet and filled it with ground herbs: Basil, Cinnamon, Ginger, High John the Conquerer and Juniper Berries. Inside the bag, I also included a male High John Root wrapped in a dollar bill and anointed in a money drawing oil. I offered these under the sun and asked the sun to bless them. I added some of his finger nail clippings and hair from his goatee to the bag. (Yes, he knew I was doing all this and why.)
I thanked the sun for the light and energy he provides and packed everything up…and begrudgingly put my clothes on. I walked back to the car and put everything into the trunk and drove away….exhausted and recharged at the same time.
Tonight, after my partner and I got back from dinner, I felt the need to have another ritual…cleaning, clearing, banishing. I smudged the house, the courtyard, everywhere I could think that needed smudging. I worked banishing magick on neighbors who have long since become a nuisance. I washed the floors with my Four Theives Vinegar. I used my besom to sweep out any negative energies or feelings and emotions. I put black candles on my altar along with a Nag Champa candle that a friend gave me. I called on The Morrigan to push those things that were no longer beneficial or needed out of my life and to mold in me the heart of a warrior. I called on Cernunnos to restore in me vitality and strength and to build in me, the heart of the Wild Man. I lit every candle on that altar and felt the energy build as the flames danced.
I danced around the altar to the sounds of Omnia’s song “I Don’t Speak Human.” I was consumed by the heart of the Wild Man and Warrior. As the energy calmed, I could feel the heartbeat of the Earth Mother weaving her way through the music. I danced out into the courtyard and watched as flurry of lightning bugs seemed to swarm to the music.
As I write this, I am once again listening to “I Don’t Speak Human.” Sometimes it’s true. I speak a language as old as the Earth Mother herself. It communes with the four-leggeds, the winged ones, the elements around me and the Gods, Goddesses and Spirits of the Ancients.
Blessed Solstice, my friends!