We have a small solstice celebration at home. We’re not pagans, but it seems that the shortest day ought to be observed. Noted. Pondered. You see, this holiday season had its earliest beginnings as solstice celebrations. Fervently praying for more light, and a bit more warmth, ancient folk of the north knew to propitiate whatever powers that be in the dark. “Please bring back our sun,” you can almost hear them sigh, in the bleak December. I’m stunned and stilled by this each year. The gradual change makes it less of a shock, but we’re living primarily in darkness now. ...
