Winter Solstice
It was minus six degrees this morning as Albert Claude and I went up the lane and round the pond in time to see the Winter Solstice sun rise. Cold, beautiful and quiet. A perfect start to our day.
Except it was too cold for his sisters and Michel, none of whom seemed keen, or able, to venture out in that early, frozen hour. So not quite perfect as we weren’t all there to share the chilly peace.
Winter Solstice traditions, myths, beliefs and rituals centre on death and rebirth, renewal, reflection, anticipation for the year ahead. I always feel reflective this time of year, and enjoy the quietitude of winter.
For reasons not triggered by the season I’m in a more than usual introspective mood. I feel no urge to battle it and am in full retreat, heading to a place where my thoughts can rest.
With Christmas at the end of the week, I’ll sign off for the year, sending warm and peaceful wishes to all.
We have seasons when we flourish and seasons when the leaves fall from us, revealing our bare bones. Given time, they grow again.
Katherine May, Wintering
