At heart I think we’re all worshipers of the sun, whether we know it or not.
This time of year, we turn our eyes heavenward, and observe the coming of the summer in our own ways, whether those be instinctual, traditional, cultural or institutional.
Personally, I have no particular ritual around the solstice, except to make a point of noticing it.
Lingering in that liminal space between the end of one cycle and the start of another, the sun hangs at rest in this moment
Perhaps the greatest gift we may give ourselves at this point is merely to do the same.