And now the days grow as the Winter Solstice visited with the longest night.
The turning of the wheel continues its infinite progression towards the Equinox. It leaves tracks of glittering dust left on Mother’s skin.
Days will gather light while seedlings rest under dark and quiet earth. We pull the cloak of contemplation around weary winter waiting.
The candles are lit. Bring the sun to the longest night. In caves, in huts, in circles, in forests –draw down the light and return again. The light, the warmth, the green!
This we’ve asked, sung, chanted, drummed and danced in hopes that we continue to be a part of the never-ending cycle.