Here comes the sun :)

With apologies to George Harrison, of course. :)

Last night, my hubby, the wee one, and I went to our first ever Solstice celebration at our local Unitarian Universalist church. It was quite the experience---wassail, carols, poetry readings, dance, song and most of all, a sense of community recreating the magic of the longest night of the year.

I'm not quite sure what the wee one thought about it; it was getting close to her bedtime when the ceremony started and I think she wanted to stay up to watch it, but was also overtired and close to meltdown, so DH and I played "pass the baby" more than a few times. We got through it, though, and I bet next year, she'll really get a kick out of it.

There were some mysteries last night too...and of all nights, when the sun doesn't come for hours upon hours, I think that's appropriate. There was an old woman there (the crone? Who knows?) who sat upon a throne while people came up and talked quietly to her, and she to them. I don't think she was a priestess---though she certainly could have been. Maybe she was just known for being wise. I don't know. But as she sat upon her throne, surrounded by Christmas lights and the Green Man and poinsettias, I got a dim sense of what it must have been like for those ancient people on the longest night of the year.

To all my reader(s)...whatever your beliefs, I wish you peace and happiness this holiday season. Blessed be.