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The Winter Solstice and the Birth of Sol
We have almost arrived at the winter solstice, the moment when the most northern point of the earth is tilted furthest away from the...
Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Mistletoe', by John Bannister Tabb
'To the cradle-bough of a naked tree, Benumbed with ice and snow, A Christmas dream brought suddenly A birth of mistletoe. The shepherd...
Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Snow Song', by Frank Dempster Sherman
Over valley, over hill, Hark, the shepherd piping shrill! Driving all the white flocks forth From the far folds of the North. Blow, Wind,...
Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'A Winter Scene' by Henry David Thoreau
The rabbit leaps, The mouse out-creeps, The flag out-peeps Beside the brook; The ferret weeps, The marmot sleeps, The owlet keeps In...
Winter Masks and Seasonal Rituals among the Iroquois
"False Faces, among the Iroquois, are personifications of mythical beings who live in wild and isolated regions, on the edge of the known...
Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Fairy and Child' by Eugene Field
Oh, listen, little Dear-My-Soul, To the Fairy voices calling, For the moon is high in the misty sky And the honey dew is falling; To...
Seasonal Poetry & Prose: Exerpt from 'The Night Abraham Called to the Stars: Poems' by Robert Bly
'The candle is not lit To give light, but to testify to the night.' ~ Robert Bly, The Night Abraham Called to the Stars: Poems
Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Winter Cloak' by Joyce Rupp
This year I do not want the dark to leave me. I need its wrap of silent stillness, its cloak of long lasting embrace. Too much light has...
On the Path of Wholeness
I've been working alot with Hawthorn lately, the Celtic tree of Bealtaine. This old photo is of a West Cork Hawthorn, recorded just...
Wreaths, Cycles, and the Winter Solstice
Wreaths: (From the Middle English wrethe, a twisted garland or ring of leaves and flowers) have been used ceremonially for centuries to...
Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'If She Had Been The Mistletoe', by Emily Dickinson
If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close— Since I am of the Druid, And she...
Winter Trees as a Portal to Aliveness
There is something about the skeletal splendor of winter trees - so vascular, so axonal, so pulmonary - that fills the lung of life with...