Month: June 2025

As part of my ongoing journey into learning about different religions and traditions, I’ve been especially drawn to Wicca lately. One thing I love is how closely Wiccans connect their celebrations to the natural world—recognizing that the earth’s rhythms mirror our own. Every season has something to teach us.

The Solstice is the longest day and shortest night, when the sun is at its most powerful. In Wiccan tradition, it’s a time to celebrate abundance, warmth, light and play—a big, sun-drenched “thank you” to nature before the days start slowly getting shorter again. It’s also a great moment to pause, soak in the light, and plant a little joy in our lives before the growing season begins to tip toward harvest.

We leaned hard into the sunshine theme with a yellow feast that would make the sun itself proud. The table was full of sunny treats: Twinkies, Capri Sun, Goldfish crackers, bananas, oranges, etc.

Next, we made flower crowns to honor nature in full bloom. In Wicca, flowers are often used in rituals to represent beauty, growth, and fleeting moments. Making something with your hands that you’ll wear—even just for an hour—is a lovely way to stay present.

Then came the main event: the Sun Piñata! Stuffed with candies and sparkly trinkets, it was a big, happy burst of sunshine hanging from a tree. But we added a twist: a magical piñata challenge!

To take a swing, each person rolled a die, and the number they landed on determined their “weapon”:

• 🎲 1: Rubber chicken
• 🎲 2: Giant foam finger
• 🎲 3: Inflatable boxing glove
• 🎲 4: Child-size sword
• 🎲 5: Pool noodle
• 🎲 6: A banana (yes, really)

Watching the kids (and adults!) try to whack the sun with a banana or bop it gently with a foam finger had everyone howling with laughter. The silliness felt just right for this holiday.

In Wicca, the sun at its peak reminds us to shine bright, to play, to be bold, and to enjoy this high point in the wheel of the year. It’s also a great time to check in with ourselves: What are we growing in our lives? What’s blooming? What light do we have to share?

Happy Summer Solstice! Shine on.

Image Credit: Jenn Vazquez

Lately I’ve been diving into the study of different religions, and one that’s especially drawn me in is Wicca. There’s something deeply peaceful about its rhythms—its connection to the seasons, the earth, and the belief that there’s a higher power we can all feel when we slow down and tune into nature. Some people describe that power as love. Others call it energy, or peace, or contentment. Whatever you call it, you might take a moment—just one breath—to feel it settle in your chest or swirl gently around you. That’s where the magic begins. Wiccans often talk about life and the seasons as being closely connected. Think of it like this:

Spring is the Maiden, full of youth, curiosity and new beginnings.

Summer and fall are the Mother, whether she’s nurturing children, ideas or community.

And winter? That’s the Crone, the wise elder who brings rest, reflection and endings.

Each phase—and each season—offers its own wisdom.This weekend, we celebrated Imbolc, a Wiccan holiday that marks the shift from winter to spring. It begins at sundown and ends at sundown the next day. Imbolc is about stirring from rest, lighting little fires of hope, and setting gentle intentions for what’s to come. It’s also full of symbolism—especially circles, to remind us of the turning wheel of the year.

We began our celebration by sweeping out the winter. The kids each grabbed a little broom and ran in a big circle around the yard, laughing and sweeping away the cold and gloom to make space for spring’s light. Circles were everywhere, reminding us of the cycle of life, death and rebirth.

Next, we gathered for a moment of stillness. We spoke softly about what spells really mean in Wicca—not sparkles and potions, but setting intentions, kind of like meditation or the affirmations we whisper to ourselves when we need courage or focus. Want to fly high on the swings? Tell yourself, “I can do it.” That’s a kind of spell.

After that, we opened a few small presents and moved on to a craft—painting birdhouses—a way of welcoming back the birds and helping spring feel invited to return. Then came the intention spell.

Each child wrote one meaningful word on a bay leaf—something they hoped for in the coming season. Then, with help from the grown-ups, we burned the bay leaves and sent those hopes off into the universe, carried by the smoke like whispers on the wind.

We finished with warm cinnamon rolls—soft spirals, another nod to the circular year—and mugs of tea. The final moment was a poem, chanted together in rhythm:

Winter is a time for rest
Maiden, mother, crone
Burrow down deep in your nest
Maiden, mother, crone

Sleep and heal and patch and mend
Maiden, mother, crone
Learning that all stories end
Maiden, mother, crone

Goodbye crone, you coldest year
Maiden, mother, crone
Hello maiden, spring is near
Maiden, mother, crone

Thank yee crone, we learned your lesson
Maiden, mother, crone
Keen and ready for spring’s blessin’
Maiden, mother, crone

Finally, we gave the children a choice: collect seeds and examine them under a microscope, or keep painting. Some kids even tried writing their own little spells—tiny poems or words of power just for them.There’s something beautiful about pausing midwinter to honor the quiet wisdom of the crone, even as we turn to greet the maiden. We’re not rushing spring—we’re just giving her a warm welcome. Happy Imbolc!

Image Credit: vojtech Havlis