Solstice sunset

Thankfully, we didn't get the 8 to 13 inches of snow predicted yesterday. If we had, I would never have been able to get my car dug out from it's parking space today.

As it was, it was 2 feet deep in frozen snow, which the plows had so kindly pushed up all around it (as I had parked at the end of a row), and it took me a good deal of labor with the shovel to get it free.

I don't think I re injured my back, though.

I'll know more tomorrow! If I wake in pain, there will be my answer.

As the sun sets to bring us to the longest night of the year, and I am not preparing wassail and waiting for my friends to come, I am finding myself in a strange emotional state.

I have been weeping a lot, and easily, lately.

I think just knowing that this is my last holiday season "at home" is getting to me on a certain level.

We chose not to have me host the usual Yule night celebration, because we weren't sure I'd still be here.

I AM still here, and I am horribly missing the scent of wassail, and the anticipation of sharing the longest night in celebration with my circle, HERE, in MY HOME, as we have always done.

We will be celebrating tomorrow, at someone else's house, after the sun sets on the first day AFTER the longest night...and it's just not the same.

Tonight, I will be with my dance friends, sharing a supper, and then coming home alone.

Perhaps I will do a small ritual tonight by myself.

The snow is starting to fall, and it will be dark soon.

If anyone reading this celebrates Solstice, I wish you warmth, love, happiness, and good fortune as the Sun turns in the sky.

Light is returning!