My mom always use to say that December 21st was her favorite day of the year because after it, each day gets a bit longer. For years now, I have wanted to have a winter solstice celebration, but crazy schedules around the holidays always seemed to get in the way. However, this year it seemed as if a solstice celebration was something of a necessity for me. I yearned for it as a reminder to myself that no matter how dark and lonely this holiday season may seem because of my mom’s passing, each day will be filled with a bit more light. And I pray that some day that light will help fill this cavernous void of today with new life and hope.
Wishing each of you much love and light this season.