Blessed be...

The perfect antidote to the hustle and bustle of this time of year is a trip to Magic Wings in Deerfield, Massachusetts.  I went yesterday with my daughter Carrie and her friend from her camera club, M. J. to take a few snaps of the butterflies…

M. J. snapped this one of me and a friend.

We enjoyed the cheer of the bright flowers.

When we left, it was golden hour, which this time of year might better be called “golden fifteen minutes.”

This morning we woke to a dusting of snow.

Winter Solstice Chant

Children of the Earth,

we have come to sing to each other,

Sister to Brother,

songs of our Mother Earth.

Children of the Earth,

Autumn soon will breathe her last breath and

quick will her death bear

witness to Winter’s Birth.

Children of the Earth,

can you feel the air getting cold as

darkness takes hold and

sleep covers Mother Earth?

Children of the Earth,
we have come to sit in the darkness,
breathe in the silence,
think of our Mother Earth.

~Phillip Palmer

A peaceful Winter Solstice to all of you.  Blessed be.