On the longest day of the year, we all sleep in late, letting the languid luxury of limbs guide us Upon rising, we braid our hair with petals of promise, let the sun turn them golden On the longest day of the year, it is time to dance in all your glittering glory We will gather there together maiden, mother, crone, and feast.
For more ways to celebrate this turn of seasons, Caitlin and Alix have written some beautiful articles:
I love this line: we all sleep in late, letting
the languid luxury of limbs guide us
How dreamy
Beautiful, I love the slow and golden feeling, savoring the longest day! 🌞