Tales of a Winter Sun
There is a time in the hushed solitudes of falling winter,
while the dreaming earth stirs softly beneath her frosted blanket,
where for a moment, we remember innocence and magic, and the incredible awe of being,
where hope is renewed in the lighting of candles and a star leads the way to Bethlehem,
Treat yourself to Leonard Cohen’s touching and powerful Hallelujah sung by an amazing 8 year old girl – Rhema
Where grievances are put aside as we open our wounded hearts to receive the seeds of rebirth
Where my own dreams flow to the sacred music of haunted woodlands and enchanted children.
and old tales are retold with feasting and friends
where the lost are found and the poor are blessed
and where angels walk among us
The midnight sun and a mythic Nordic winter
My own muse has not fully reawakened and if I don’t post again before Christmas I wish everyone a happy Solstice, a happy Hanukkah and a Merry Christmas. I thank everyone for their wonderful blogs and inspiration. Nollaig Shona, Nollaig Chridheil, Joyeux Noel, Buon Natale, God Jul.
For any virtual aficionados, a few of my pieces will be shown at the Paris Metro Art Gallery
If your curiosity is piqued check my friend Amanda’s blog post here Magick Thoughts (link is on sidebar) for more info on how to create an SL account and attend this virtual event.