A dark month, December. The days get shorter, the nights get longer, the temperatures drop, the winds howl, the rains arrive.
Is it any wonder that at the solstice we celebrate, no matter the religious or cultural justification?
Do we think we can frighten the night and the cold away with frantic noises and celebration? Do we as an “enlightened” people simply recognize the results of axial tilt and recognize the circumstantial passing of a defined point in the calliope of Newtonian mechanics? Or does it even matter?
We’ve made it through 11/12ths of this 2018 ordeal. Let us gather our strength to finish strong and bravely meet 2019 head on.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 