Winter
Saturday’s Solstice heralds the return of the light. Most of the country suffers in the grip of freezing cold. I find it hard to imagine the warmth that is coming, but I rejoice in knowing that I will thaw out eventually.
I am so done with this deep, bone-chilling, record-setting cold. I have curbed my grumbling and complaining after the spate of hypothermia deaths suffered by the homeless in the Bay Area. I struggle to stay warm, but my struggle pales markedly in comparison to so many others.
Solstice offers time for introspection. In keeping with a recent blog, I am ever so grateful for a sound roof over my head, hot water, heat, indoor plumbing, a stove to cook on and food to eat. Things easily taken for granted, especially in seasons of warmth.
I invite you to celebrate Solstice with giving and gratitude.