December 21, 2010

Happy Solstice:)

 Happy solstice may the returning light be with you always:) Did you see the eclipse this morning?

 I missed the beginning but luckily the cloud cleared for the final part and for the beginning of the return of the moon from the shadows. A truly fantastic way to celebrate midwinter:) The clouds soon came back over but they made for a fantastic sunrise over the back of the house.
 This time of year  I remember the first time I read work by Susan Cooper, author of the Dark is rising series. Her poem seems especially appropriate for the day

 The Shortest Day by Susan Cooper

And so the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year's sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us - listen!
All the long echoes, sing the same delight,
This Shortest Day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And now so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.

 I hope your Solstice is filled with the magic of the eclipse and the fire of the sun.
A blessed Yule to you all


Blue Witch said...

Fantastic colours form the eclipse! It was just nasty and grey/white here. Happy Solstice to you both.

Debra She Who Seeks said...

What a glorious sunrise! Blessed Yule!

Antoinette said...

Happy Solstice! Gorgeous wintry scenery : ) We couldn't see the eclipse for all the clouds here, and it wasn't very summery either. Which of course, I don't mind at all : )

Blessings to you.

Vicky said...

Dear Amber, thank you for such a lovely post. We had great views of the eclipse here in Cornwall - I got very cold watching it but couldn't stop! Solstice Greetings and Happy Yule to you and Mr Mog xxx

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