The sun slow to rise now as we grind into solstice. Though you cannot tell if you peer into the world, the stilling that defines the solstice is taking hold. For four days the sun will not move from its point on our horizon as it rises and sinks over our longest days and nights, our end points and outer reaches, seasonally adjusted.

The Aries ingress delivers equinox as the wheel of the year creaks to its next notch. The time of exact balance between day and night, light and dark where the door swings open to the next season of our lives. The veil thins as we cross the threshold of this liminal space where the ancestors gather.