For standing in the fullness before the turn
Litha is the sun's zenith—the longest day, the shortest night. The word "solstice" means "sun standing still," and for a moment it does: poised at the top of the wheel before the slow descent begins.
In folk tradition, this is when the oak king falls and the holly king rises. The light has won, and in winning, begins its surrender. Bonfires were lit to mirror the sun, and herbs gathered at noon were said to hold the most power. St. John's Wort, picked on Midsummer's Day, could ward off storms and spirits.
Litha asks you to hold two truths at once: fullness and impermanence. To celebrate without clinging. To stand in the blaze knowing it will not last—and finding that this makes it brighter, not dimmer.
The sun stands still.
I stand with it.
I have grown. I have ripened.
I name what is full without flinching.
Even now, the wheel is turning.
I do not grip. I do not grieve.
I stand in the longest light
and let it fill me while it lasts.
Your intention: