Going on holiday, back in a week?
I got up early this morning, even before the sun came up. A part of me wanted to acknowledge the beginning of the day, now that they are getting longer. Yes, we celebrate the new year at the end of the month, but honestly, it feels to me as if the wheel has already begun a new turn.
There are a few things that I know I’ll never see in my life. One is a total eclipse of the sun. The other is the winter solstice at stonehenge. It’s the second that has the potential to haunt me, but I know someone was there, bundled against the cold, held in the arms of the one they love as they and a handful of others, acknowledged the universe affirming that all things change, even as they stay the same. Sometimes . . . knowing others have seen is enough.
It’s about eleven as I write this, and I’ve already been busy in the kitchen, making a new stewpot of cranberry tea and pan of sugared pecans. One is my husband’s mother’s recipe, and one is my grandfather’s–it’s a blending that seems fitting today. After finishing my online morning work, I do believe I’m going to find a place in the sun and sleep until it moves and I’m again in shadow.
