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per amica silentia lunae

or, across the ferny brae with the evil voodoo celt

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waes hael!
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This is a time between times.

There is a stillness between the in-breath and the out-breath, the out-breath and the in-breath. There is a pause between wing-beats, between heartbeats, between the beats of seconds on the clock. This is one of these times.

The sun wings down the sky, the days skew towards darkness. All life seems farther away. Although winter truly hasn't started, its chill is heralded on the high feathers of ice clouds, the tentative scent of snow from steel-grey clouds. Our fires, our colored lights, our bright decorations all seem more vivid and needful, and we draw them around us like a cloak. We gather together and raise glasses; toasting an ending, a beginning, a continuation.

Doors stand ever so slightly open. This Yule, this Solstice, this pause in the wheel of the year is one with every prior Solstice. There are things we can reach now that cannot be reached at other times, or at least not so easily. That which needs an ending can be ended, that which needs a beginning can be begun, that which must endure does so, and is renewed. Take a silent moment, sometime, and let the stillness of this time touch you.

And so, in this time of wonder and returning light, I wish you peace, love, and joy, all in overflowing measure.



The Shortest Day, by Susan Cooper;

A Christmas wish from Fra Giovanni;

Land of Light, by the Tannahill Weavers;

and a version of Drive the Cold Winter Away, recorded by Robin Williamson.

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Joyous Solstice, my dear.

Have happy holidays with family, and may you boht have peace and good will...

Blessings!

I spoke "The Shortest Day" whilst MrFabulous lit the lights in the Yule log in ritual yesterday. It timed out perfectly, love it when that happens. I'm also fond of Lynn E. Noel's poems.

Good Yule to you, too! We were hoping to go to the wassailing of the fruit trees at Claude Moore Colonial Farm this year, but Terilee was not sufficiently recovered from the flu to handle the cold and the snow. Maybe next year...

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