I am taking an online class called “Sacred Time” during this Advent season into the Christmas season. I think the class ends around Epiphany, January 6. One of the themes throughout these first two weeks of class is to find the rhythm of the day, and for me that would extend through the seasons.
I am writing on December 12. It is a rather warm December day, with the high around 73 degrees! Short-sleeve weather, right? I went out for a walk around the ponds behind the house, “the back forty,” as I call it sometimes. (I can only wish we had forty acres back there, but I’ll take what we have!) The last time I walked, there were still wild-flowers blooming. Today, those flowers have turned to seed, brown and crisp and fragile.
There are signs that the winter solstice is around the corner. In fact, a quick look at the calendar shows it to come on December 21, at 11:48 P.M. I had to do some research to remember why it is called the winter solstice. The short answer is that this is the day of the least amount of sunshine because the sun has reached its southernmost position in our skies. (I could get technical about Tropic of Capricorn and such, but that’s too much for me!)
Here are the signs that winter is here:
The dandelion has turned red.
This weed was yellow, but is now a fluffy white.
And the bird’s nest has been abandoned.
It is time to listen to the Christmas music now and other music that celebrates winter. It is time to have cups of hot chocolate and chai and coffee, to wrap up in hand-knit or –crocheted afghans, to wear fuzzy socks to bed.