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🌓 The Only True Holiday

Have you ever watched the sun rise at Stonehenge?

It doesn’t just rise—it arrives, like an honored guest. And those ancient stones, weathered by millennia, stand not to worship, but to witness.

You see, the builders of Stonehenge weren’t trying to control the cosmos. They were aligning with it. They knew something we’ve mostly forgotten—that time is not a straight line, but a spiral. And the solstice? It’s a turning point on that spiral. A breath between the in-breath and out-breath.

And as I reflect, it strikes me—this may be the only true holiday.

Not one invented by humans, but one the Earth has always kept. A sacred pause in the dance between the Earth and the Sun. Not for gods or governments—but for gravity and light.

No moon governs it. No myth defines it. It is a cosmic ceremony written into the fabric of the universe—a moment of pure alignment between two partners in an ancient romance.

For what is the sun without the Earth to receive it? A brilliant emptiness. And what is the Earth without the sun to warm her? A frozen silence.

Neither is superior. Each is essential. The Earth gives meaning to the sun’s fire, and the sun gives life to the Earth’s soil.

This is not a struggle for dominance. It is a perfect balance. 

The summer solstice—the longest day, and on the other side of the world, the winter solstice the shortest day. This joint Holiday is not a celebration of permanence. It is a reminder that even light must bow to the cycle. For as the sun stands still at its height, the shadow begins its return. The descent begins the very moment we reach the peak.

Just like the yin-yang: inside the bright swirl of yang lies the seed of yin. In the heart of fullness, there is emptiness beginning. And vice versa. The winter solstice, cold and dark, quietly carries the embryo of summer. Each gives birth to the other.

To honor the solstice, then, is not simply to worship the light—but to understand its relationship with the dark. To know that every radiance has a shadow, and every shadow points to a source of light.

So as the sun crests high in the sky, and your body warms, and the world feels wide open—pause. Smile at the play of opposites. This, too, shall turn.

Not in sadness, but in reverence for the dance.

For the universe is not a struggle between light and dark. It is a romance.

And you, my friend, are not an observer—but a participant.   

The Summer Solstice – A Dance of Shadows and Light 



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