It’s the Winter Solstice and the weather is wild. We drove home from Vermont through rain, snow, wind, sun, dark clouds and rainbows. Mother Nature is demanding attention and she’s got mine.
Jon and I were invited to celebrate the shortest day of the year with Carol, the Shaman we’ve both been working with. In the past I’ve welcomed in the Equinox in different ways with friends (one year I even made blood pudding, a traditional treat for the day) and have spent the Solstice at the Paul Winter Consort at the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine in NYC, but I’ve never been to a small ceremony where someone was officiating and knew what they were doing. I can’t wait, Carol told us to bring our drums and rattles. (well, maybe next time, we don’t have any drums or rattles, not yet).
This is really what the season is about for me. Bringing light to the darkest time of the year. It’s why I put lights on a tree and around my windows. It’s the hope of longer days, sunshine, spring, rebirth at a time of year when it’s often hard to remember that it’s not always grey, cold and dark.