In London on Thursday 21st of June, the sun will rise at 4:43 a.m. and it will set at 21:22. Summer Solstice, threshold to the sweet season. It is a time to stretch and expand. It is a time to air out the dark bits and turn them around. It is time to raise the arms and laugh and yell out to the gods and stomp with joy, even on the hard days.
I have been working with the inspiration of the Dulas River, Afon Dulas(Welsh) near Machynlleth Wales. In Welsh the name means Blue-Black.
I am feeling into moon cycles and the changes that are happening deep inside my body. Sometimes subtle and lyrical, sometimes rushing fierce and overpowering. I have been listening to this river, touching it, diving into it, moving alongside it …
After the birth of the new sun, mother winter transforms into the goddess of youth, of springtime, and by May the first, the new son turns into her lover. The earth welcomes the sky into her and the physical world is seeded for the next season. What new seed do we welcome in? What new universe of vision are we weaving? And how is the ground, is it ready? Will it embrace the new panorama of moving changing sky?
I am dreaming of a space that can contain paradox. Some things can only be understood through feeling sensation. So what does it feel like to open space for possibility, for the something beyond what you have so far imagined? What if imagination is just the beginning, the threshold that leads, the doorway that births, the vehicle that carries us to open our vision on new landscape …
Ostara, the Germanic Goddess, heralds the beginning of spring. She is the maiden, full of potential, representing the opportunity of growth and rebirth after the hermetic months of winter sleep. East, dawn, and the morning light evidence the returning warmth of the sun's rays and the lengthening days, as we reach towards new horizons. In her strength ...
The first growth of the new light.
The days are stretching out, slowly, chicken step by chicken step, as they say in Czech.
10 years ago I woke up every day before the sun rose between Feb 1 and 21, a 21-day durational performance to honor Imbolc. I took the bus to various sites in the city, as the first rush of the morning swelled out in London Town. I moved with slow circular gestures in my multi-layered garb, counter tempo to the linear speeding of so many people into the work day.
I believe in marking seasonal shifts, no matter how busy we are. There is merit in taking an occasional pause to re-align ourselves with where we are in our lives, and in relationship with the seasons.
And so here begins a new cycle, again.