Our last carols program scheduled for this year is now history, and what fun it was! A house party full of musicians and singers, good food, and the Solstice all rolled into one fine evening.
Larry opted to stay home this time. We've been on the road a lot lately, and he needed soe quiet, down time. But he lit a Solstice fire outside for me, and had a beautiful fire going in the fireplace and wine poured when I got home. Am I spoiled or what?
I love this time of year, and I love winter. I enjoy the quiet of it, the slowed pace, the time to refuel, reorganize. There's long evenings by the fire in our cozy log room, slow breakfasts and time to read and write. No rushing off to storytelling events, no weeds and grass demanding attention, no piles of vegetables sending urgent "we're gonna rot!" signals. We can cook the good food we put up instead, and enjoy the summer's work.
I stayed outside for a bit last night, watching the fire. It inspired this poem, and when I went inside I wrote it down.
Smoke curls and swirls
heavenward, through reaching
branches naked white against
a dying day.
The darkest night holds in its cusp
the birth of light, slow and quiet--
an owl drifts tree to tree
and somewhere Coyote sings
a song ancient as the mistletoe,
the holly and the ivy, twining
through wisps of flame and stars.
My voice raises in timid song
weaving melody with Coyote’s harmony;
while spirits stir and listen,
earth settles into sleep.
Today was a rush of errands and booth work but the next two days will be spent getting ready for Christmas day--cleaning, cooking baking. The good things of life come to us all at this time of year, whatever our religious persuasion.
It's a time for gentleness, kindness, and thoughtfulness. A time to spread joy and love. A time to gather with those we love, to reach out to those who are alone and afraid, to offer a helping hand where we can.
What if we all carried this behavior into the new year, and continued to act every day as we do at the holidays (or as we try to--goodness knows there are always times when the worst side of our human nature, and relationship dysfunctions, take hold for a bit!)? But what if...?
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