You know, I've never celebrated the winter Solstice before. It's only been in the last couple of years that I even started paying attention to these divisions of the seasons - the equinoxes and solstices. I think they're pretty fascinating. Days that mark the balance between fall, winter, spring and summer, between light and dark, and that have stretchy histories that lead back through the ages. Back to the times when darker or sunnier times really meant the difference between life or death.
I like how there's not a lot of cultural hoopla (read: commercialism) around the day. It comes a few days before Christmas, so Tim and I can exchange our holiday gifts today in relative peace and quiet, (there's sunshine!!) and enjoy our time without rush. We can go on to celebrate with our families (in the ways that they do) on wednesday and thursday without that harried, toss-up feeling of looking for my holiday calm and spirit somewhere along the highway between houses.
So I've got some Bob Dylan on the record player and have plans for banana blueberry muffins later. I'd like to go for a hike, and the snow's deep out there - blue under the blazing sun. The icicles are melting in dripping rhythms and the sparrows are boxing under the feeder.
Have a very, very happy Solstice today!