“The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.” -Helen Keller
As equal days and nights embrace each other again in a dance of mystical qualities, the winter solstice arrives at a time of ritual and celebration on the shortest day of the year beginging an upward spiral to usher in the light of the newborn day. The harvest is reaped under the watchful eye of the harvest moon, the first frost of the season settles on the roofs of houses as the sweet smoke of the hearth surrounds everyone and everything. The pumpkin lay in wait for All shaming Eve while the hay is in the barn, and the sheep return from the highland. Everything is as it should be.
The word Solstice literally means ‘stand still’ and the whole of humankind seems to obey as the sun keeps a watchful eye on the frozen north for the river run is deep and wide as it is long even when frozen. All is as it should be when’s the gatekeeper to the Land of Nod holds you to the sacred task… riddle me this… How do you keep the one you love? “Love is not kept nor can it be a flag of selfishness as is seen flying over its castle walls. Love is patient, kind, and good, love is all.”