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The Sun is not only light... it is life force, memory, and medicine. It awakens something ancient in us, something our ancestors understood long before science gave it a name. They honored the Sun as a living power, a giver of strength, a flame in the sky that keeps the world in motion. When sunlight touches my skin, my body begins its quiet alchemy. Vitamin D is born from light, and with it comes balance for bones, blood, mood, and spirit. This is sacred chemistry... the meeting of star fire and flesh. What the old ways called solar blessing, modern science calls hormone regulation and immune support. Different language. Same truth. To stand in the Sun is both grounding and charging. I feel it move through me like golden breath, feeding every cell, clearing heaviness, reminding my nervous system that I am safe, that I belong to this Earth and this sky. The light does not only warm the skin... it feeds the soul. This is energy work. Ritual. Remembrance. I choose to feed my energy with sunlight and gratitude, letting the fire of the heavens awaken the fire within me. As the Norse once honored Sunna riding her shining path across the sky. I honor her in my own small way... by standing in her glow and letting my spirit photosynthesize. We were born of stars. We heal by their light. And the Sun still knows our names. ☀️💫🌒🌕🌘

Hail to you, Ancient One, rooted in stone and sky. Daughter of earth, sister of storm, keeper of the long memory. Your branches write runes in sunlight, your moss is the cloak of the seeress, your trunk the pillar of worlds. You have seen gods pass like seasons, and mortals return to soil. Teach us the patience of forests, the strength of standing, the knowing of when to bend and when to endure. Grandmother Tree, hear our breath and take our fear. Drink our worry into your roots and give us back calm like cool shades May your wisdom move through our blood as sap through wood. May your stillness anchor our spirit as Yggdrasil anchors the Nine Worlds. We give you water for your thirst, gratitude for your watching, and our vow to remember that all life is bound in root and star and soul. Hail the Old One. Hail the Standing One. Hail the Mother of Moss and Time. So it is spoken. So it is grown. So it is kept.

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