Yule, 2016


That’s perfect, in a way, for now.

In my tradition, such as it is, Yule and Solstice are at the darkest day, yet celebrated as a reminder that, though we know it will become colder and harsher yet, there’s still a promise of the light returning.

In some versions, which I think is especially apropos now, people felt the need to take an active hand in returning the sun to its full height. They built fires and tended to them for days to rekindle the sun. Literal or perhaps just cagey in the creation of mythic metaphor. Fires to warm the cold sun and restore it to a position it would be born again, eventually able to bring spring.

I’m spending the night thinking about how many fires under how many butts I’m gonna have to light to bring a little more love into it.



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