Today is the Summer Solstice (Midsummer). The sun is at its peak and the warmest season begins; paradoxically, this means that the sun begins to wane and winter is assured.
Opposite today on the Wheel of the Year is the Winter Solstice (Yule). The sun is at its zenith and darkness has truly begun. Paradoxically, we celebrate the birth of the sun and summer is assured.
In these two holidays is seen the eternal conflict of Oak King and Holly King. The Oak King is the waxing sun, he grows from Yule until Midsummer. The Holly King is the waning sun, he rules from Midsummer until Yule, and these two holidays mark the points where power is shifted from one to the other.
It is interesting that the Winter Solstice is most often celebrated as a birth; the Holly King is seen as the father of the Oak, and he voluntarily recedes from the spotlight to let the Solar Child be worshipped. But at Midsummer, there is often ritual combat. The Oak and Holly Kings are both seen as strong men, rivals and/or brothers. They fight for rulership or for the love of the Goddess.
Why these two very different conceptions? I think it is as simple as this: That we celebrate and welcome the birth of the Sun, but fight and resist His departure. In other words, you can pry my Summer from my cold, dead hands.
Very cool stuff! It makes me think of the final couplet of Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress”:
“Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.”
Rather than hopelessly imploring time (the sun) to wait for them, the lovers reverse positions with it and give chase to the sun. They choose to live it up, to pack their hours and days with life. I love that notion.
That’s lovely, ahab.
Marvell’s is such a powerful thought that it dominates my mind whenever the idea of the sun’s (relative) movement occurs to me!
I’m pretty much a one-trick pony when it comes to the sun’s movement. I’ll probably quote those same lines to you several times every year.
That’s why I liked your post so much. It’s rich and fascinating, and it’s different.
At the circle I attend during the Yule ritual they sing a song about the change from Holly King to Oak King that is set to the French Christmas carol Noel Nouvelet. I love that tune, and I find the pagan lyrics haunting. It begins:
“Blood upon the berry,
Blood upon the bough.”
At past Summer Solstice rites, we’ve used The Raven is Calling, by Gwydion Penderwen: