Winter Solstice has arrived. Hooray!
Wossit mean, I hear those of you recently arrived either to Earth or consciousness?
It means the days will start getting longer from this point on, and the nights shorter.
Which means in a few short months it will be warm again. (Thank God for that, currently it's debilitatingly cold.) It means there will be daffodils, and lambs. And then pub gardens in the evening. Girls in vest tops. It means (adult note here) electricity and gas bills will become affordable. It means things will get better.
And isn't that all anybody really needs to know in life?
I am broke and desperately missing the love I once had. I've tried to distract myself with other women--been trying all summer--but it isn't working. Ho well. Sometimes you just have to deal with things head on, and not duck the issue. Love hurts, as Gram Parsons and a whole lot of other people would say. I do not want to leave the Lookout and have to face the possibility of sharing a house with two or three people until I can get the cash together to fly solo again (and how I like to fly solo.) But the way things are going, that's what is going to have to happen. Again, that's life. At least our government shoots other people, and not us.
At Winter Solstice we are reminded, through the best of all providers of metaphor, Mother Nature, that things change; and sometimes when they change you get daffodils and lambs, and more money in your pocket.
And look at her out there anyway, all cold and bare, labouring with such dignity to support you in your miserable, complaining life. Giving branches for the birds. Mud for the worms. Water for the fish. Grass verges for the dogs. No one deserves a little warmth more than she does.
This is why I greet the Solstice with so much appreciation today.