This coming Sunday, the 21st, is Winter Solstice in our hemisphere, which is my favorite December event. Over the past few years, I have come to see it as my own private celebration. It's not really, of course. But I don't drag anyone else into it, besides trying to get my kids and hubby to maybe watch the sun go down on the shortest day of the year.
I do have my solstice fairy on our Christmas tree, and she does seem to be in a slightly different position every day. But that's as metaphysical as I get about it. Kind of.
This event appeals to me because it truly does mark a solar event, a continuation of the the on-going cycle of space and time and life. This is something that feels good to me to remember in the days before the craziness that is our secular Christmas.
Every year, I try to think of a tradition to tie to it. I might be getting closer, but still I am just an observer. And that seems like the most important task for such a day.
Happy peaceful kind loving giving nurturing reflecting restful solstice day to you, my friends!
(Image above was found online at several sites, so if it is copyrighted, my apologies--I will kindly remove it if need be.)