Here I am, up at
the North Pole Lake Winnepesaukee, the land of roaring fires and holiday feasting and overtired children and dial-up. So this is the first time I've checked in on blogland since the 23rd, and it's only been a little over an hour, which at 56K is really not bad at all.
Solstice night was good: for the first time the kids participated with me. They were overtired, and the whole idea of going into the dining room and then TURNING OFF THE LIGHT in the middle of the bedtime ritual was a bit hard for them to deal with. And they wanted to blow out the candle. Like birthdays, right? But they do know about wishing. Whenever they see an evening star, they point it out as a "wishing star" and then make a wish: usually for a popscicle. No popscicles were wished for last week, but I think someone wanted to go to the moon. And at the very end Eleanor wished that I wouldn't get angry (we had had an obstreperous leave-taking at Friendly's that evening: my version of a celebratory meal when the partner is traveling and I have to work all day). And man, I sure do second that. I couldn't really decide whether to feel spectacularly guilty (okay, well, check on that one), or just plain agree with her. Because I'm tired of getting angry too.
But then I took my candle into the living room and sat and knitted the last of the gift knitting and thought about all the wonderful thoughts and intentions I had seen come into my comment email box all day. And I thought about how wonderful it was to be a part of a community that observes this day, even those who celebrate other holidays. I do the xmas thing too, but having the support of others remembering solstice with me, well, it gives me hope for the soul work I want to do in the coming year. And it touched me deeply.
So I sat with those intentions that others brought to my virtual solstice party, and I...well I didn't think all that much. I just listened to sweet music and watched my candle burn and thought of my ancestors and felt how warm and lucky I was, with my two (admittedly sometimes obstreperous) short people, all snug in their beds.
It was a beautiful night...thank you for sharing it with me.
I have a camera full of photos to blog, more whining about my deep and abiding career ambivalence (I know...film at 11), and utter proof that the concept of basic and I don't even live in the same time zone. More soon. Home again tomorrow.