Happy Solstice

This year, amidst the hectic holiday preparations, I pause to give thanks for the return of the light. And to apologize to the muse. There is so little room in my life right now for extended reflection -- little wonder the muse is so quiet -- but at these spokes in the wheel of the year, I almost always hear her whispering. No time to listen closely this year. But I know she's still there, and for now that is blessing enough.

Happy Solstice. May your winter be warm and your love full of light.