Most witches, whether just starting or having practiced for half a century, know the moon is central to many of our beliefs. Like a pearl suspended in an ocean of mystery, it’s been adored throughout history and has seen a resurgence in popularity over the recent years.
But, what about the sun? Often overlooked as just being the overt masculine counterpart to the moon’s mysticism, its reverence can be lacking in a lot of practices. I know it has been in mine! Today, I wanted to change that and honor our Sun the way it deserves.
How, though, to honor such a large and boisterous “being” with the reverence of a seasoned witch, and not- I’m sorry to say- seem like a wackoo in front of my neighbors? For some reason, glorifying the sun immediately brings thoughts of an elaborate improvised dance, as the peaks of the first rays rise over the horizon in a desert somewhere, as one burns sage and listens to the sweet melody of a randomly played flute.
Then, I remember I live in the city, in the Midwest, and I don’t know any flute players.
My adoration needs to be unique to me, and as much as I would like to dance a jig in the twilight of dawn- I’m just not that kind of witch. So, then, to make it mean something I needed a reminder of what the Sun represents. To me, it is energy. Fire and life. Warmth and presence. Its light is protective, casting out shadows and allowing us to see things for what they really are- instead of the hidden selves portrayed in the night. The Sun is rebirth and happiness- ego and personality. It is productivity and motivation.
It is the perfect celestial mechanism to seek when you’re wishing to have a wonderful day, and an even better one if you’re wishing to have a magickal one. Like a plant filled with chlorophyll, I can soak up that energy of the first fiery rays and transmute it into something powerful- a manifestation of a great day brought about by the energy of the sun.
And so, this morning, I sat in the dark of twilight by myself, quietly waiting for the darkness to fade into light- with a warm cup of tea, a blanket, and the feeling that I can accomplish anything with the blessing of the Sun. When those first rays appeared over the trees in my back yard, I closed my eyes and sent up a tiny invocation of gratitude along with my intentions for the day. It was simple but I have to say, it’s almost as if the Sun was just as grateful to be remembered- because it’s light seems a little brighter today.
Until tomorrow, my friends…