When the Light is Longest, What Hides Beneath?

Today, the sun lingers.

It stretches wide across the bones of the earth,

laying gold over every would it can find.

But Light does not erase the dark.

It reveals what's been hiding there.

This is the Solstice paradox. We celebrate the sun at its stongest, even as it begins to recede. And in the mirror of that golden blaze, something buried often rises. An Ache. A memory. A truth too loud to keep dim.

A part of you that says:

"I want more. I want to change. I want to burn."

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The Descent Behind the Light

In many lineages (Druidic, Egyptian, Mystic) the Solstice was not just a festival of light. It was a gate. A moment when the veil thinned in reverse. Not to call the spirits from the dark, but to let you glimpse what you've become in the light.

Sometimes that's beautiful.

and sometimes, it's painful.

Because what was cast in sunlight can still cast shadows.

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A Practice for Today and the upcoming Days

You do not need a full ritual.

You only need a pause.

A question.

A willingness to look.

Light a candle.

Sit with it.

Ask yourself: What part of me is growing too fast?

What part of me is ready to be shed?

What part of me is shining so brightly it scares me?

Write. Breathe. Witness.

And then say aloud: "I welcome the return. I welcome the dark. I welcome the shape of who I'm becoming."

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Returning is Not Regression

To descend is not to fall.

To slow is not to fail.

To grieve, to soften, to long

This is how the sacred returns to itself.

So if you're feeling raw today, or cracked open under all this light know this:

You are not lost.

You are becoming visible

To yourself.

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If you sit with this reflection, I'd love to know what rises for you. Tag @theserpentandtheseed, or keep it as your own sacred whisper.

and if you're in the dark already

know you are not behind the light

you are ahead of the return