We are moving ever closer to the winter solstice, the time I can’t help but reflect on the past 12 months and the changes that have come. This has been a tough one, eh. For some more than others, but for humans collectively this time, I think.
I will teach them how. How to crack the eggs. How to sieve the flour. How to pour the batter and bake the bread.
Stillness falls as the wheel turns, a soft sigh rises from the earth’s hollow spaces, and we begin to move inwards. There is much to contemplate this year as we settle down in readiness of the dark. There is so much and so many to mourn.
“In our old life across the oceans we were less unusual. We carved pumpkins in October. We celebrated the winter solstice and Christmas in December, the same as everybody else.
There is a slight chill in the air, the first whisper that King Winter is on his way.
Do you dream big? I dream big now. There’s not much time and there seems little point in dreaming safe, dreaming small.
“Let’s be together, Mama”. “Hold on, Bobbin”. “I just wanted to tell you that I wish you would read me a story”. “Bobby, I just read you a story”. “Yeah, I know. But I wish you would read me another one”.
Everything was packed up for weeks and weeks. I hardly remember what is in each box. I am trying to be very careful with what we allow into our new house. If it doesn’t make
“Tiny Tales are not just for big boys, you know”, Robin informed me after last week’s math story was complete, “Can I have a Tiny Tale, too?” And those dark-as-coal eyes looked up at me and I said, “Okay, Bobbin, it’s your turn next”. So, this week is a Tinier Tale, just the right sizeContinue reading “Tinier Tales – Aggie in the Berry Patch (days of the week)”
Essence of flower and warmth of sun Let’s make sun tea, Little one A sip for you and a sip for me Sharing a cup of chamomile tea Faye and I harvested chamomile from the garden to make solstice sun tea.