Ah the SUN…I am a child of the sun, which is really why it’s impossible to leave this place. I stay out of it in summer, like any sensible melanoma fearing person, but in winter I must have it. I spend at least an hour or two a day sitting in the sun, grooming self and cats. That’s why I can’t leave this climate, where as soon as the chill starts the skies clear to azure and the sun shines every day. My best memories at High School were the times spent lying in the winter sun on the grass with my friends “wagging it” as it was known. I think I went to about half my classes in the last year or so. For a balmy tropical child, ambition and struggle are very alien concepts. And though I’ve come to wish I’d had a little more discipline, I still look on those days as truly golden times. Human beings weren’t meant to live like moles in holes, digging their lives away. So this man is being born from his mole hole…
The main thing is to be, not to do. To be at one with the sun, and the soil. We aren’t so different to plants in fact. We need what they need. A hothouse flower is a superficial beauty compared to the sunburned majesty of a wildflower.
I suppose what it all comes down to is just how much I love this wild country. It honestly brings tears to my eyes when I think of it, though I despise the word “patriotism”. That word is all about fathers and war and false pride, but what I love is a mother, a fruitful, beautiful goddess of a land. That is why I made the SUN a woman. Incidentally the Celts also had female sun goddesses, as do of course the Japanese, and the Australian aborigines. Makes sense. The sun is the source of all life, all giving, and all taking. I’m also a bit annoyed by all the Sol Invictus shit that turned into Churchianity. It was a crap idea that turned into an even crapper one. I’d like to unwrite the entire of the last 2000 years of religious history. It’s all been one long terrible tragic farce that is still poisoning our society.
I was pleased to find the DH Lawrence story “The Sun”, which describes the feeling and importance of sun worship much better than I can. He is such a HUGE inspiration to me. No other writer has gifted me with so much wisdom and love. Makes me cry to think about him too.
There’s also DHLs poem about the Sun that I posted a while back on my VOX, which refers to the more personal aspect of Sun power.