The Winter Solstice took place yesterday for those of us living in the Northern Hemisphere. Winter has arrived.
As it happened I was traveling from my daughter’s house to my own, my grandson in tow. I started out at 4 p.m. when dark was gathering and arrived home at 6 when it was truly the black of night.
Ancient celebrants of the Yule, made bonfires to symbolize the clearing out of the old year and making preparations for the new. We saw no bonfires, but white candles in some windows, many houses decorated with brightly colored lights, even a couple of laser light showers. On such a dark night, it was easy to appreciate the need to add light to the season. I felt a connection to ancient progeny and an appreciation for all the journeys of my life — the trip with my grandson in the moment all the way to ride on this earth as it has circled the sun for all my years so far.