it's bitterly cold, it might snow soonish, the moon is a cold bright eye. time to get some firewood around this place. put the down comforters on the beds. tonight i made a big pot of posole, just had some with a glass of red wine. warms the innards right up. we begin the descent into the darkness. heading towards solstice, the true midwinter celebration. the happy chica is beginning a lengthy series on the historical aspects of christmas. i'm not sure what this means, but i do hope it will include lots of solstice lore, there is so much wonderful stuff there.
as for me, i won't be doing too much here, descending into the pit of finals and end of term grades also. for a couple of weeks that will keep me pretty busy. ask me how much i look forward to the winter break. there are no words. it's a wordless yearning. but a deep one.
something to look forward to finding, maybe under the tree, during that break: a new book by John le Carré, Absolute Friends. if you know le Carré, you know this is an uptotheminute political novel, and not a happy one. read this interview with him in the british paper, The Independent, and see if it doesn't sound like just the antidote for all that cozy holiday cheer.
2 comments:
hey marigolds2, what about your own solstice lore?
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i've been behind reading your entries but i've backread all the ones I've missed since my last visit. Here in LA we don't really feel "winter", except for the occasional heavy rains and flooding, argh. I'd love to here about Winter Solstice. Coffy over there mentioned it in one of her entries, and I have no clue what that is.
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