Midsummer, Johnsmas, Simmerdim
Like the brightest side of the coin…
Two years ago, I went climbing a hill to light a candle at midnight for my [then] antipodean sister. And wrote a piece called Signals… It seems like yesterday.
Simmerdim, where the sun dies to be re-born within a matter of a flash. What a moment. Our nights have turned either azure or titanium according to the humour of the sky… Fog remains a summer feature… Odin and Thor play hide and seek. It is a magical moment on this latitude. And yet, I still remember vividly my prayer flags floating so freely in this hopeful Vernal Equinox. Weeks have vanished through that great vaccum of time – 1 1/2 weeks away from “freedom”!
The Johnsmas celebrations now behind us, my heart is torn between the joy of being part of a fully alive island, splashed in a myriad of colours, sounds, sights & scents so unique to this time of year and the thought of sliding back down towards the Autumn Equinox that seems so far away at the moment…
I want to block the latter and celebrate that simmerdim so dear to my nordic heart! Just tasted the magic of the foy at Victoria Pier in Lerwick (A Flavour of Shetland) during the Hamefarin celebrations… And the party’s not over! Shetland is magic and I cannot wait to share it with the rest of the world 🙂
My world is a beehive… Let’s make the most of our 19 hours of light!
With many thanks from Poet and friend Juliet Wilson at Bolts of Silk 🙂
simmerdim at Bolts of Silk