A Solstice Storm

Can we, for one week, believe? Please.

I try to honour the tides of paganism and explore the magic of days and forgotten holidays. This month has been swirling around me fast, with days consumed by frustration, distrust, flashbacks, and sensory echoes. I’ve been rushing like a mother bird building a nest around her eggs. I’ve been pushing furniture and staring into space when it feels like m…