The Solstice. The shortest day of the year, the longest night.
I've often wondered how this wound up being the happy (if cautious) time of year it became. I mean, I guess I understand the theory (Samhain on October 31st because it's when everything was visibly dying), but you'd think death would be even MORE prevalent, and that long, long night, that never seems to end...
But then, I think human beings are generally perverse that way. No, not perverted... people are stubborn creatures, refusing as a species to back down despite what their senses tell them. So the response to days growing shorter... have a party, stay up all night to make sure the sun still rises.
I don't know if I'll be up for sitting vigil... I did it one year with Rob and Michele, and really enjoyed it. We watched the sun rise from the hot tub... I really enjoyed that. Maybe next year I'll be the one hosting the ritual, trying to cram 13 people (several extra large in one way or another) into that self same tub, waiting for the sun, willing it to rise.
I have no idea what I want to accomplish tonight... I think I'll as lovingstones when I get there. If Eileen has a specific skill, it's helping me to clarify things. It's a useful talent to have, methinks.
In any case, blessed be.