After all, I think you know beyond a doubt that I love you and want nothing but the best for you. So maybe you'll let my harsh but compassionate words jolt you into sloughing off the morbid self-pity that's serving as your excuse to avoid the cure. The year's not even half over, but you've already provoked more gaping jaws, bugging eyes, sweaty foreheads, burning ears, and broken hearts than any other sign will do in 12 months. I celebrate eight holidays which mark turning points in the relationship between Earth and Sun. At the vernal and autumnal equinoxes, day and night are equal in length.
Winter solstice brings the greatest darkness, and summer solstice the brightest light.
Then there are the feasts halfway between each equinox and solstice. Halloween is mid-fall. Beltane, or May Day, is the fertility feast of mid-spring. Lammas, August 1, heralds the coming harvest, and Candlemas on February 2 signals the return of the Sun's warmth. Because these are the festivals that are imprinted on your genes, that marked the rhythms of your ancestors' lives for millenia.