As I wander, I listen.
As I wander, I listen. In the forest it is to the sounds of the squirrels chatting, the Pines knocking as the wind blows, or the mighty, but tiny, screech owl as she takes her moonlit flight. Here, there is only peace. Yes, there is chaos within the peace, but it is the natural order of things. And above all….no judgement. In society, as I wander, I listen. Eons of time have passed and humankind has celebrated at this time of year in different and varying ways. Each culture has their own way of celebrating the longest night and the return of the sun. In today’s form, we are such a melting pot of blended customs and traditions, and celebrations, that when asked, many have no clue where a custom even began. To some this matters greatly, to some it matters not. As the nights grow long and cold this is the time to draw inward to hearth and kin. It is a time for our bodies and minds to rest and heal. It is a time of merriment, not finger pointing of who is right and who is not. Celebrate without prejudice, and if someone offers you a greeting or salutation of their own belief, smile and extend them yours. It is nice to know that someone out there wished you a merry day. Happy Yuletide to you all. This blog was brought to you this evening by lorenna mckennitt (Canadian) on vinyl, a decorated spruce (German), a toasty fire (universal), me (appalachian), and a lazy, but content dog (rescue mutt).