The sun rises behind grey clouds that are heavy with rain, yet the promise is there. Warmth, abundance, rebirth and renewal. The peaceful sleepers have awoken and the house is full of light and love. Peaceful, sweet smelling and joyful with the sounds of life.
Pine trees, still full and green, wave in the wintry wind, their trunks dark with rain from the night. Little, puffy birds, all tucked up close in their nests of pine needles woven with bits of fur and leaves, slowly wake in their swaying house to search the woods for food.
I will leave the solstice candle burning to honor the sun’s return and his blessings on the land. There is so much to be thankful for.