The Summer Solstice is the Sun’s big annual entrance.The light stretches itself to the edge of the day. The evening lingers. The garden is a riot of colour and texture. The flowers are fragrant. The fireflies zip through the long twilight. Everything feels a little more golden than usual, as though the world has decided to lean fully into its own radiance.Come, hang out, subscribe! This publication wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for folks like yourself who are interested in reading articles and rediscovering your attention spans.Naturally, this calls for a party. The Tarot understands that “party” can mean many things. For The Sun, it means everyone is outside having fun and getting their Vitamin D. For The Empress, it means bowls of fruit, flowers on the table, and enough cushions. For The Magician, it means somebody finally handed him control of the playlist. For Temperance, it means a carefully balanced mocktail with a garnish. For The Hermit, it means he came and did a sweep of the…
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