Worshiping the Sky

Look, I’m not a pagan or even a “neo” pagan, but I have come to realize lately just how much of my well-being depends on the sun. In a sense, I have started to worship the sky, something I never expected to happen (or, frankly, would be possible).

There are several ways this affects me, beginning with:

The Solstice

I live indoors in a modern house with electricity, running water, the internet, and all the rest, yet I have noticed more and more just how strongly the solstice affects me.

For roughly one month before and one month after (for a total of two months, give or take) the solstice, I can feel myself being stretched open, sometimes to the point of almost breaking.

There’s something empowering about the sun being in the sky for such a long time during that period, and for most of the day, I feel quite energized. Yet it also feels like there’s a bit too MUCH daylight, and it’s all that “extra” bit that leaves me feeling like I’m being pulled apart.

I really don’t know how else to describe it other than it’s like my internal battery is getting charged at an amperage I’m not designed to handle, so there’s a permanent risk of suddenly catching on fire.

I can totally understand now why the Ancients treated the solstice as such an important event, and…