As the Winter Solstice grows ever near I feel an anticipation within. A yearning for the shortest day. I've been quite reflective this past couple of months and not really felt like blogging much as you have probably noticed. The inward half of the year always slows me down but this year even more so for some reason.
I think that health stuff hasn't helped much either.
But:-
Yule beckons and a very auspicious Yule it will be. A lunar eclipse and a blood moon all for Winter Solstice. A magical powerful time. I can feel the stirrings as the moon becomes ever fuller. Tonight with all the snow and ice she is stunning and her light bathes the garden as I write.
The musings and meanderings of a mixed media artist and yarn junkie who loves to knit,spin, crochet, make a mess, write and enjoy life. I try to follow the wheel of the year and enjoy each day of it. My art reflects that spiritual journey.
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3 comments:
I've been wondering how you were getting along! Glad to hear that the upcoming Winter Solstice is working its magick on you! Blessings of the season to you and Mr. Mog.
It's going to be an absolute cracker, this Solstice. I can't wait for it! Eleanor x
It must be something in the Morecambe air! I've been the same.
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