The long night

Dancing 'round the year, and blessed to be doing so again, because...

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.

                                                                 by Patricia Monaghan

Not lost.

Solstice blessings to you, and hearts singing.

O come, Emmanuel.