[Background info about this series of posts found here]
Each night brings growing darkness as the days become shorter. May we use this time to look inside, be introspective, and listen to our souls --
Darkness deserves gratitude.
It is the alleluia point at which
we learn to understand that
all growth does not take place in the sunlight.
--Joan Chittister, Uncommon Gratitude
You are welcome to join me again next Sunday!
[Photos #1 and #2 © Debra She Who Seeks, 2025]
8 comments:
A reminder that time passes and we are almost to the halfway point.
...hurrah for the Winter Solstice, the we are rewarded with more daylight!!!
I visited Stonehenge before the motorway was built.
You could touch the stones. There was no security.
1969 : I wanted to walk up Glastonbury Tor.
Peter Ackroyd's History of England opens on Stonehenge.
England was already old when Stonehenge was built.
Flint arrowheads some 90, 000 years old have been dug up
nearby.
Here in Scotland the Picts left behind their sacred stones inscribed with symbols ; we have nothing in writing of their
lives.
Haggerty
Absolutely wise words, and your illustration is beautiful and well done ๐๐๐ผ
@ Haggerty -- Thanks for your comment! I have visited Stonehenge and Glastonbury Tor as well. But alas, I have not made it to Scotland yet! I would love to, though.
Lovely observance. This month's moon is especially thrilling, too. I've been seeing it evening and very early morning before daybreak.
Hail the coming Solstice!!!
bobbie
Debra You may enjoy on YouTube :
Does Scotland have its own deities ? Kris Hughes.
We Went to Scotland's Wildest Pagan Festival - Great Big Story.
Leonie of The Book Leo vlog visited Edinburgh a few weeks ago, and captured images of the Old Town.
There is an earlier Edinburgh trip of hers a year ago.
Leonie is Dutch.
Our capital (40 minutes by train from Glasgow where I Iive) is medieval on one side of Princes Street and Georgian on the other side.
RL Stevenson was writing his uncompleted novel,
The Weir of Hermiston, as he lay dying in Samoa.
*I saw the rain falling and the rainbow drawn on Lammermuir,* he wrote in his dedication to his
American wife.
The grassy Lammermuir Hills lie near the broad streeted village of Haddington.
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