On the shortest day here in the northern hemisphere, and the mid winter sun turns the landscape into burnished gold.
Set against this golden backdrop, the buds of Spring reach ecstatically to the heavens, gravid with the promise of the coming year’s leaves.
This moment, after all, is not an ending of the year, rather it is the continuation of the ever expanding and spiraling of all life.
It is the Great Wheel turning and the unfolding of humanities song lines.
To you all a wonderful Solstice….
Photo: Wild fig budding at Los Banos de la Luz. Courtesy of the author.