Wednesday, December 21, 2016

It Is All About Soulstice

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, 
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, 
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, 
it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, 
it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”
 -“A Tale of Two Cities” (Charles Dickens)

Dickens was not describing the Winter Solstice but he very well could have been.  Its arrival on the calendar today heralds the official arrival of Winter.  It is the shortest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere.  Those of us lucky enough to call the state to which POTUS-Elect Trump has banished the Not-So-Little Author Who Could Not are likely to see only nine to nine and one-half hours of daylight today.  

Winter is my least favorite time of year.  So it will likely surprise you that I bear no ill will towards the Winter Solstice.  I do not because although it paves the way for the arrival of January and February, it serves a far more significant, more benevolent function.  

Today is the day that shall serve as the base upon which days containing an ever-increasing amount of daylight shall be built, which construction effort shall culminate in the arrival of the Summer Solstice six months hence.  Much in the same way that Sarah Palin can kind of, sort of see the Soviet Union from Alaska (the real question is how she sees anything with her head buried permanently up her own ass), from my vantage point today, while Summer is still too far away to make out any discernible details, its outline can nevertheless be seen.  One simply has to gaze as far and as long as one can towards the horizon. 

If you want to catch a glimpse of it today, you best not dally.  It will be dark soon.  Very, very soon.

Fear not.  There is a way out of the darkness.  

You just have to follow it...


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