Remember how utterly astonished you felt when you learned that the light from now-dead, far, far away stars still glowed?
That’s the spirit of today’s posting:
I’m feeling that glow from the deep-winter fires of ancient Ye Olde England—from the time when Anglo-Saxon was spoken (did you know that “wassail” is A-S for “be whole”?) when people who probably looked a lot like me brought greens inside and, huddled together to keep warm, celebrated Light/Birth in the midst of death and darkness.
I’m feeling that wonder—and their faith that, yes, Spring would come.