I lit the tree today, and for real fire I lit three tea lights (one of them scented) in a glass bowl on the coffee table, so my living room is full of Solstice cheer. Robin and Clarence have gone off to see the movie 2012, but I opted to stay home and feel the warmth here. It was a good decision.
When I checked the comments to yesterday's post, I found one from Karen, who invited me to read the poem at her blog, Keeping Secrets. I did that, and decided then and there to pass the word on - do check out Karen's fascinating ballad. It captures the mystery of this magical season. I loved reading it.
I wandered over to YouTube, looking for a musical selection to mark today, and I found this:
And just now, as I was making my way slowly through the long list of blogs I've been neglecting, checking up on my bloggy friends, I found myself at Roy's World, listening to "In the Winter's Pale" by Tim Story and Jethro Tull's "Ring Out Solstice Bells." The world is full of music, isn't it? It seems as though every day brings with it a new sound. I hope you will pay Roy a visit, too, and celebrate the Solstice in song.
4 comments:
Thanks for the shout-out, as they say here in blogville! I really enjoyed the music and especially the pictures with the first clip and the animation with the second.
I hope you enjoyed your peaceful, light-filled solstice evening.
(By the way, your videos reminded me -- on the summer solstice this year, I was at Stonehenge - how cool is that?)
Karen, that is very cool. Did you observe any of the Solstice ceremonies?
Thank you, Kat - and Happy Holidays to you and yours.
Actually, we were supposed to be there much earlier, but it was like trying to get to Woodstock, if you know what I mean. By the time we got there, only the litter was left in the surrounding fields and we saw many, many people walking with their backpacks on their backs. I did see one white-robed girl dancing to music only she could hear. It was nearly sunset when we were there, and it was very moving.
Maybe it's my training, but I can't go there without thinking of Tess.
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