No
Sun to warm the spirit this Winter Solstice morning, though the other elements stood
in to take up the slack; the earth was solid beneath our feet, the rain washing our amassed
worries lose as winds blew the years emotional detritus asunder. The
lack of tangible horizon may have obscured our view, though I know the
Sun returned and with him a kernel of hope. No day day for a sunrise photo mind. So instead here's a picture of a White Buck, symbolic of
cleansing and renewal, it was taken a couple of days ago in the forest, a blessing to behold.
Of course, he was easy to spot, it wasn't until I was editing the photo that I noticed his two companions, one either side of him. How wonderful, how magical...even if I didn't notice them at the time. Anyway, it's Solstice and we wish you flags, flax,
fodder and Frigg for the coming turn of the wheel, and all that you'd
wish for yourselves. Solstice blessing y'all.
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