Sunspells: A Summer Solstice Gathering

As the year tips toward its blazing end, little worlds start to spin faster. Hurtling towards Christmas, we can begin to feel ourselves singed around the edges by the frenetic pace of end-of-year. Deadlines collide, inboxes overflow, social calendars begin bursting at the seams.

It’s easy to forget about the seasonal and cosmic cycles of which we are also a part. 

Sunspells is a call to gather as the sun pauses at the zenith- wild hearts, feral poets, rebel visionaries, and their absurdist little people- as a balm to frayed nerves. An honouring of the vast source of light and creativity, and a welcoming of shadow creeping around the edges. A dropping in to deep appreciation of the incredible beauty brought in by Flowering Grass season- Buath Gurru- before the parching sun bleaches the world to bone and gold-dust during Biderap. 

What took place:

• A Storytelling circle at the threshold of light and dark- by the incredible Eloise Oxer

• Live Music by the powerful Yorta Yorta musician and spoken word poet, Allara

• Communal ritual, effigy making and kids activities

• Post ritual dance party by Macauley Cult King

• Pizza and ice-tea elixirs were served

• Families welcome.

Let our gathering be a song to the Earth. A turning toward the living world and each other. A remembering of our original relationship of reciprocity. 

It was grace

Stunned by the last lights of the sun

We were swimming in a green sea as deep as a drum

There are things I must record, must praise

There are things I have to say about the fullness

And the blaze of this beautiful life

-Kae Tempest