There is a particular quality to the light in June that resists easy description. It lingers past the hour when it should have gone, lying flat and golden across fields and hillsides, and it carries with it a sense of the world paused, suspended at its highest point before the long, slow return of the dark. The Welsh called this season something more than summer. They called it a threshold.
December 2nd marks the Festival of Arianrhod, a day to honour the star-crowned Goddess of the moon, stars, and cosmic cycles. In Welsh mythology, Arianrhod is a figure of both mystery and guidance — she descends in her silver chariot to watch the tides, the turning seasons, and the cycles that shape our lives.
