“This is the solstice, the still point
Of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
The year’s threshold
And unlocking, where the past
Lets go of and becomes the future;
The place of caught breath, the door
Of a vanished house left ajar.”
Margaret Atwood.
I always think of these words from Margaret Atwood on the Winter Solstice, Yule, which arrived in the early hours of Friday morning. The shortest day or longest night, depending on how you look at it. The year’s midnight, or the turning point of it all. Yule is a time to turn inward, to slow, to rest and to revive. For me it coincided with the end of term and I have never needed those things more! Here are some Yule reflections and a bonus, simple festive craft from the Yule chapter of ‘Slow Seasons’.
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