December 20/365 Solstice

The rain begins this afternoon, and should pour down until Saturday morning. Inches of cold December rain. So during the Solstice tomorrow, there will be no sighting of the full Long Night Moon, nor the Ursid meteor shower. The fenced yard will turn into a mud pit; the dogs will lay their ears back and look mournful when I insist that yes, they must go out. This is not the Solstice anyone wants.

But perhaps it is the right one for this year of things no one wanted. No one wanted children in cages on our southern border. No one wanted fire tornados dancing over scorched California. No one wanted a hurricane slowing to a crawl over land, and washing everything away. No one wanted the drum beat of bad news that seems to be a new normal for this time. No one who is sane, or kind, or compassionate, or given to rational thought, that is. (The fact that I need to clarify “no one” depresses me to the core.)

But that is the year that was, and I cannot spin it any other way.

So there will be fire, in candles and wine and whisky; we will embrace the soggy darkness because there is no arguing with a storm. If the wind blows, and the oaks groan, I will remember that this is also the Wolf Moon and the Oak Moon, and think upon the wisdom of ancient people who found reserves of hope to get through the bleakness of mid-winter. And there will be music, good Solstice songs, like this one.

Arlington
by Tara Nicole Mehta

Where do you go little bird
When it snows, when it snows
When the world turns to sleep
Do you know, do you know
Is there something in the wind
Breathes a chill in your heart and life in your wings
Does it whisper ‘start again’
Start again

Where is the sun in the night
Is it cold, is it cold
Does it feel left behind
All alone, all alone
Does it wander through the dark
Does it wait for the dawn, wish on a star
Does it stray very far
Very far

Where is your home restless wind
Is it there, is it here
Do you search for a place to belong
Search in vain, search in fear
Or is your spirit everywhere
Is your voice every tree
Your soul of the air
If there’s no home is there no death
Is there no death

5 thoughts on “December 20/365 Solstice

  1. It was a rainy solstice for us too, although we did see the full moon peek through the clouds. We also saw a beautiful double rainbow while we sat waiting for Clare and Chask’e at the airport. I say that shows there is hope.

    Also, love the song and this post. Both are beautiful.

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  2. I, on the other hand, am never sad on the December solstice because although – or perhaps, because – I know that winter will return, it also heralds the true start of summer for us, an extended period of a holiday shutdown (the good kind of government shutdown) in this town, an enforced period of relaxation, and the knowledge that we always get the best summer weather in January and February, and if we’re lucky, March.

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