Yule

May you be filled with serenity 
on the shortest day and longest night 

May whatever despairs or sadnesses you carry 

be burned away by the returning sun

With each period of darkness there will be one of light


May you be surrounded by love, loved ones and laughter


May your home be filled with joy and warmth


Choose Peace
Rejoice in Life

Live for the beauty of living


May you take some time for yourself

Reflect on days both past and future


Grow
Become better

May you find tranquility within yourself

in the beautiful quietude of Winter


Revel in the return of the sun and the coming of longer days. 

As you bid farewell to the Holly King,


Under his blanket of snow,

Open your arms to the Oak King,

For the light he will bestow.


Warmest wishes and brightest blessing to you and yours
Always and in All Ways

Enjoy the silence ~

One of those moments where I wish there was someone here, right now, to talk with. Not a text, phone call, email or tweet….  a real person face to face. 


Everything inside of me is ferocious, passionate, and unrelenting in need of real substantial time.  


Not even creating art has been able to subdue my feelings. Unsuccessful in the attempt to temper them so they are easier for me to sort through. 


I don’t mind being alone, this is just one of those moments when I need another person in the room. My list of those whom I contact in times like these is short, I can count them even though they are very busy~ especially this time of year.  I’ll wait patiently for one of them to respond.  

Until then, I’ll work through it as always. Thinking, sorting, cleaning up and locking away certain aspects of me that cause more problems than they are worth. It’s always good to have a long talk with your shadow side, keeps one humble.  At least it does with me. 

I’m thinking that the universe is telling me to enjoy the silence, offering another lesson for me….  not that I enjoy it. 

Perhaps by the time they respond, the need will be gone, I’ll have figured it out. Then we can all have a good laugh, as usual. 




































Silence by Antoine-Augustin Préault  (1842)