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Saturday, 21 December 2013

Solstice Thoughts

The other coracle - the steam-powered one (or so we thought...) - paused in its relentless approach.  Everything paused, as the world itself drew a breath and settled down in front of a roaring fire with a large brandy and several mince pies.
Or perhaps a Mr Kipling Frosty Fancy from the reduced shelf, and a mug of Earl Grey, in front of a one-bar electric.
Sprinkle some crumbs on the windowsill and a robin will arrive.  Then you will see the tree into which it flies, and notice how the rain or snow makes the branches gleam in the dim winter light.
Then you will see it fly to an evergreen hedge and find shelter, till the weather turns.
It's the solstice.
A time of cold, and silence.
A time of darkness and waiting.
A time to take stock of the failures and successes of the past year, and to look forward with hope to the next.  Because in the darkness even the tiniest spark of light can be seen, just like a star, and one can gaze in wonder as it grows and flames, miraculously, into brightness.

 'The tide of darkness (has) reached its fullest ebb...' (George Mackay Brown - master of the winter tale).

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