I celebrated the feast day of Epona (18 December) for the first time this year and buried a rose hip in the ground for her.
Now for the Solstice I went to the woods and cut a sprig of holly with berries on it. Just after sunset I took one berry from the sprig and buried it for the sinking sun and this morning (22nd) I pushed the rest of the sprig of holly into the ground for the rising Sun. When I came back into the house I lit a red candle and guarded it to burn while I was out for the day. I will light another when I go home this evening.
For the Sun to grow strong,
I am learning to live a life of symbolic acts to go with living close to the natural world. Doing things like this gives me a magical focus. Before I just took it all in like a receiver. Now I’m sending out my own messages. Being a part of it and not just an observer.
