Great party last night, celebrating the pagan roots of this solstice. Free to choose autumn or spring equinox, I found that although Easter makes nonsense as an autumn festival – resurrection, renewal, birth not being aspects of the fall – I still couldn’t don a spring ensemble.  Dug out a beautiful Italian wool/linen shift in woodland green, hung bronze pendants from my ears and embraced the season I sense around me. Painted my nails spring green as a token of my origins. 

Then danced like a lunatic for hours, good for the soul in any season.