We have done nothing to celebrate the solstice today. Well, that's not entirely true. We had a little private ceremony, followed by a nap. Does that count?
God. We don't even have a tree to worship. Well, not a cut-down decorated one in the house. We have plenty worthy of worship outside. Which is fine with me.
I got a text from Lily.
So maybe we all just need to put on our scary pants to celebrate the solstice. I myself am wearing some fairly scary pants- what I presume are a dead short, fat man's Levi's that I got at the Goodwill. They look scary but they are soft and comfy.
I'm going to go make a spinach casserole. It's about seventy degrees here. It's the winter solstice and the wind continues to blow, perhaps blowing the change of season in before it and the leaves rustle and the wind chimes make their voices known in the early night's darkness.
The days will be growing longer. The nights will be growing shorter.
I acknowledge that and appreciate it.
I like trees. A lot.
Solstice blessings on us all. Celebrate as ye will.