I seldom forget to celebrate the winter solstice. This year I’m not sitting in the rain, or sitting inside my hygge home watching the rain. It’s cold with some clouds, snow on the mountains, snow on the roof of my gingerbread home high in the mountains. The sun is trying to make a comeback. I appreciate that. It’s not that cold — 35 degrees Farenheit — no excuse for not taking a hike and breathing in the clean brisk air. We enjoyed the big bon fire last night. Big fire, small town. Perfect.
I love the symbolism of the return of the sun. I love to study history and look for the meaning of these astrological events. You’ll always find some truth, even in the so-called pagan pageantry of it all.
