Good morning!
It’s Sunday, and it’s the winter solstice. While our friends in the Southern Hemisphere celebrate the start of summer, we’re greeting our shortest day, longest night, and, at long last, the beginning of astronomical winter.
Since we don’t live near Stonehenge or Machu Picchu, I’ve brought us down to the beach for our own ritual. Here, sheltered from the wind and nourished with a basket of treats, we can enjoy the pop and crackle of the fire while savoring this auspicious moment together.
“...This is the solstice, the still point
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath, the door
of a vanished house left ajar...”―Margaret Atwood
Onwards,
Clara
