Solstice of the Soul
Not to be dramatic or anything, but I call this time of year The Solstice of the Soul. The runup to the shortest day is heralded by 4:30 p.m. sunsets, cloud-pocked skies and barren trees. Everything seems to be dying, including the light, and I find myself turning inward, hibernating, contemplating the chill of endings as the sun turns its back. And yet in the … Continue reading Solstice of the Soul
