Winter Solstice 2018

Winter Solstice 2018

 

December 19, yesterday watched the birth of dawn, observed the death/rebirth symbolism found in nature, wondered why and how our Ancestors embraced such simplicity as sacred. It cannot be that far off from my own sensitivity to such mundane events that most take for granted. It’s only a day away from Winter Solstice, or Jöl, as my Ancestors would call it. The time of in-betweens, tell tale signs of sleeping earth. The sun makes his way to his lowest point in the northern hemisphere, begging for clarity. Our minds cannot comprehend such cosmic rays, the vastness of our place in this vision of universe. But we try.

We try to measure and analyze and quantify all that surrounds us, even the stuff that so clearly cannot be quantified or analyzed or measured. It all gets us closer to technological evolution, physical growth and expenditure, but further away from the simplicity of Spirit. And that’s what this season is supposed to be for, to me. It’s a day for rememberance, inward reflection, speculation on our Soul’s journey in our human experiences. It’s for intuitive processing, connecting with the Source that creates all things, destroys all things. It is for prayer and spell, the closeness of family-as we’re all connected.

This is not about dogma or doctrine, it’s about tradition and timelessness. The progression of nature’s turn from Dark to Light, contraction and expansion. I celebrate to share with those I love. I celebrate my Love for the earth. Forget monetary value, as there can be no price for preciousness. Forget material goods, electronic devices, technological needs.

Strip it all away, lay yourselves bare, and revel in the glory and agony of it all…of all it means to be human and alive to witness the sun rise with the turning of the year. Contemplate the clouds and rejoice with the songbirds.

Remember who you are and those you hold dear. Remember the sunset. Remember your origins, and be fulfilled: for it’s the Winter Solstice, the ending point of previous dreams’ gestation, and the birth of a new year.

✨Happy Solstice, all💙

To remember

To remember

What is it to hold memories? What is it we feel when stepping silently among the graves of people who once felt what we feel, who once loved as we love?

As the light half of the year is nearly gone, I seek the spirit of truth among the trees. I seek the enlightenment, the means to remember the calling that stitches itself to the strands of my DNA.

The need for flight and otherwordly observation is budding within a body which longs for transcendence, longs for a memory of where she’s been.

Mysteries are buried in the stone, and it’s a difficult thing, ignoring the fluttering of thoughts jumbled together within a mind trying for solitude. The dead offer peace, tranquil cerulean dreams. I seek within the shades of the earth, and find myself attached to this meaning.

The meaning between Life and Death and everything woven within.

Through the Garden Gate

Through the Garden Gate

Memories seduce me as I tread upon the moist ground that weaves through these Florida flowers. Music is on my mind, a melody upon my lips, entrancing and requiring an emotion I’m not quite sure of.

The feeling plays over me like a wave, shimmering tears from the corners of my eyes. My Grandmother is gone. One can never be quite prepared, no matter how many years pass. She was ninety-eight. Passed through Death’s door during the Solar eclipse, at a time between the changing to full spring.

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Bittersweet is the only word to describe it. I’d already begun to miss her, as if who she was had already died under the onslaught of dementia several years ago. That time was the time I had already begun to let go.

This final end to biological life is the last puzzle piece. Of course I miss her, but I have missed her, and of course I grieve, but I have grieved.

But I also celebrate.

We are so fleeting, so infinitesimal. Our lives are but fine silk threads that can be snapped, cut off, in a split moment. Even though Death is merely another part of the journey, the conscious life we are given is such a fragile thing. Memories are reminders of this very fact.

The flowers greet me in happy colors, yellows and blues and purples, nodding soft petals and bright foliage in my direction as I step through some of the overgrowth of the trees and shrub of the butterfly garden. Insects of dreamy hues flit from blossom to blossom, reminding me to still myself.

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Meditation beneath the grapefruit tree, surrounded by healing plants, listening to my breath, the breeze, the life. Memories.

We are conduits to our Ancestors. We are conduits to our descendants. But we only have moments. Only moments to live and love and die.

So I still myself. I plop right down and let everything else fade into the distance as I listen to my self, my life force, my mortality. I close my eyes and just be.

And I emerge refreshed, renewed, awakened and ready for my tasks and responsibilities. In the clean air and morning light, when the dew sparkles as brightly upon the fresh growth of ideas as it does on the Florida primrose at my feet, goals are clearer. Purpose is crystal.

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I have my Grandmother to thank for such discipline. To use what she taught me about my sense of self to seek inward reflection and assessment. To look at each beautiful thing and to be thankful to be alive and breathing.

And to always use our fleeting time wisely, in all things pursuing a way to better myself and those around me.

S’mores Apples

S’mores Apples

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One of my favorite desserts in the Fall time is s’mores and caramel covered apples. When I saw this recipe, I knew I had to try it! It is such a creative idea that I would have never thought of and you should definitely try it. Not many ingredients required, but it can get messy.


Ingredients:

  • 6 Granny Smith apples
  • 2 tbsp. unsalted butter
  • 1 bag Large Marshmallows
  • 10 oz. milk chocolate chips
  • 2 c. crushed graham crackers

Directions:

  1. Remove stems and skewer apples (see “Tricks for Sticks”).
  2. In a saucepan over low heat, melt butter. Add marshmallows, and stir until melted.
  3. Dip apples, one at a time, then transfer to a parchment-lined baking sheet. Refrigerate until set, about 15 minutes.
  4. Then, in a double boiler over low heat, melt chocolate chips, stirring continuously. Dip an apple into the chocolate, stopping two-thirds of the way up. Immediately dip the lower…

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