It’s funny how the languid, hazy heat of summer can elongate, enchanting a day to stretch on forever. Time feels bountiful; no longer huddled inward against wintry dark or wildly sowing seeds of spring, we might finally have enough hours in the day to shift our gaze outward and take in the view. Summer illuminates: it is here in these longest, brightest days that we can best behold the new landscape that has taken shape these past months.
Complex in its simplicity, the Nordic rune Dagaz means day- both literally in hours of light, and more deeply in the daily journey each of us take through our lives. Dagaz encourages us to reflect on the passing significance of one day. Each day spans it’s own lifetime: born from the horizon, growing in vibrancy, dimming and retreating back into darkness. And within each day, we too live a full life, interacting with the intricately woven components of our existence: jobs, relationships, homes, communities. We move through our lives acutely aware of the import of every day, striving and grinding and hustling to make each moment count. Naturally, our view shortens and narrows; we disregard that each day is only one piece of greater scope of our life. Dagaz reminds us that each day is really just that– a day. Another will follow, and another after that, and another after that. So what if we took one day to let our gaze linger on the scenery we have created?
Dawn speckles everything around us in soft beams, and with it comes fresh insights and glimpses of newfound knowledge. Often, that which we see anew looks unfamiliar, even though perhaps it’s been there, right in front of us, all along. Which circumstances or patterns are just beginning to emerge from darkness, stippled in morning light?
The light grows stronger, and more vivid, and in bright daylight we see acutely clear. We examine ourselves: all that we’ve revealed throughout the winter, all that we’ve nurtured this spring, all that continues to grow and bloom and reach up towards the sky, all that is left to be tended, maintained, and pruned. Our gaze sweeps out further and maybe we catch sight of our path, for a moment we recognize where were are going, what’s ahead. What about ourselves and our lives has been clarified? What can we now see plainly? The view may feel breathtaking, overwhelming– too much to take in. But, the day is long, we have plenty of time.
Gradually, daylight fades and, again, the shadows settle in. What was radiantly lit now becomes dim. In the murky light of dusk, ideals and values we believed to be true morph, taking new forms, dancing along the edge of our vision, changeable, alarming in their unfamiliarity. Which aspects of our lives still leave us peering, struggling to see clearly, our eyes playing tricks on us as we stumble into the twilight?
Finally, summer reminds us that, even on the longest, seemingly endless days, there is still dark. And in the deep dark, no matter how hard we search, we simply cannot see. Which facets of ourselves remain shrouded in darkness, unseen and unreachable, waiting to be uncovered another day?
Having seen all there is to see, only once our vision is satisfied do we look again to the coming days.
Summer Blessings: may each day enlighten and radiate.