Why are the holidays sad? It’s supposed to be a time of joy.
It’s funny, when I think about the winter solstice, it brings me peace. Maybe because the first three letters are S O L, part of solo, and it seems like a celebration, or maybe rather, an acknowledgement; that part of this life should be about the individual.
One whole person, feeling whole.
The solstice also brings to mind quiet reflection. Deep, calm breaths of solitude, meant for rejuvenating and finding inner strength. The image of snow and cold comes to mind, and the purity of that. A cold, crisp sunny day, or the mysteriousness of a winter moon. The imagery is intriguing to me. It’s almost like the quiet you hear after a snow storm, when the world’s noise is muffled and all you can hear are the birds, or clumps of snow falling from the trees. There is infinite peace in that feeling for me. A calm quiet and an overwhelming feeling of acceptance for what has been, what is, and what may be.