It was full and bright. Full of promise and bright with hope. A beacon for my soul on a day filled with calamity and fear.
Pundits screaming that the sky was falling. Or was that the Dow? General’s abandoning their positions as indefensible. Or was that a courageous stand?
Confusion and chaos leading us amok.
But she rose at her appointed time. She gave light on a dark and frightened place. She promised the bringing of new life.
Today was Solstice. The recognition of the shortest day of the year. A celebration of the birth of a new year as the sun begins its life giving journey back the way it had come. It signals that life, in whatever form, will continue. Maybe not our species, maybe not in a form we would recognize in our current ignorance.
But life will continue.
Ask the big, billowing oak as she casts moon shadows.
She will tell you.