24 June: St Jo(a)n’s Day, when the rising summer sun can be seen moving, once again, on the horizon after three days of stillness. The solstice was the turning point, but this is when the movement can be felt. The days are starting to grow shorter.
It’s still high summer, though, and after several stiflingly hot days the breeze this afternoon enticed me out into the hills. I packed my ogham oracle deck in my rucksack, and pulled three cards while sitting on a mossy boulder high above the town.
Subtitled – sorry for the swears – emerging from a shitty situation.
It’s happening a lot this year: friends getting in touch to tell me they’re ok, but that they’re just beginning to realise they haven’t been ok for quite a while. And while I was thinking about how I could help, this spread just popped into my head, almost fully-formed.
I thought I needed to choose. That’s what this card is about, right? Seeing through the fog. […] But in addition to decisions or disillusionment, this card is about matters of the spirit. To be nourished, we must descend the muck. Explore the corners of ourselves where the dark deities are, with their conditions and judgment, where our unworthiness lives.