What if I had made this trek with Mama? We probably wouldn’t be starving to death. More hands meant more to do all the work of creating this little home.
This year’s Winter Solstice will be unlike any other. Preparation for the long dark night will continue as tradition foretells, but this dark night comes with added weight.
I find that as I enter the hibernation period, I often stock up on words. Words that reflect the little light that is left as the twilight of the year arrives. Verses that remind me there is delight in dormancy and breadth in darkness.