The older I get the more I appreciate the winter solstice.
I love that it arrives so early in winter and offers us such a consistent example of hope. Before we even get a chance to get frustrated by the ice and wind, we already know it won’t last. The temperature may dip low, but the daylight inches forward, a steady soldier marching toward spring.
I think anytime we find ourselves fighting our way though a dark time, we should remember the longest night of the year because each day after it brings us a little more light.
This morning, the light stretched a little further across the sky and each dawn that follows will last just a little bit more.
I really love that.
This solstice is good for the soul.