On the eve of solstice last night 33 years ago, my life was utterly changed in the slow blink of a tired eye, and I woke in St. Joseph's Hospital in Burbank, California, broken.
This morning, so many solstices later, I wake in my apartment, with my cat, Mrs. Peel, snugggled close.
I can tell you a story of the times between.
But first, listen…
AN ARCTIC SOLSTICE
Yes, friends, the darkness grows, but these
short days so celebrate the light:
today the lemon sunrise lasted the few
hours until sunset, all day the frost
glowed hyacinth and lilac on the trees.
Winter’s not a time of black and white,
the sun is not at war with night. Renew
your faith, my friends. We are not lost.
Solstice blessings to you, and hearts singing.
O come, Emmanuel.