Reflecting on winter solstice themes is a strange jaunt this year because we are in such a cold political winter right now.
Not a time with a whole lot of flowers or sunshine or harvest to be had
There's Mamdani and there's anti-ICE resistance and those are the two bright colors out in our political wilds for the moment as best I can think. Pretty grim, otherwise.
I think it's useful to take winter solstice as a time to remember buried energy, to appreciate what we've stored away and protected.
Nourishment, seeds for a coming spring.
Spring always comes.
How do we keep ourselves and our spirits (and our comrades, and their spirits) fed and warm until it does?
What will we be prepared to plant when the ground thaws?
We protect ourselves and our seeds for the future.
We remind ourselves of and practice that protection with interior light and warmth
And with light and warmth, we celebrate the audacity of survival in winter.