Chile lights around kitchen window.
“The Solstice is a time of quietude, of firelight, and dreaming, when seeds germinate in the cold earth. . . All around us the season seems to reach a standstill — a point of repose.”
—John Matthews
Holiday party.
The holiday season swirls around us. Days fill with shopping, baking, cooking, parties, photos, letters, expectations, missed loved ones, travel, plans, and changing plans.
Our own home fills with the sounds of all the above and the added presence of Wyatt now home from college. It brings a sense of deep peace to have all kids sleeping under the same roof.
With Noé—a time to dance.
Parties unfold with the season, a time to at last connect in ways that the busyness of life has conspired against in the previous months.
A time to dance.
Amidst all of the festivities, the potential for stillness awaits. I crave this stillness. Stillness if oxygen for my spirit. The Winter Solstice dawns with stillness, the shortest day of the year. With each new day, a bit more light.
Early morning writing.
Light is a constant early morning companion in my life. I wake early for time to write, time to be, time to sit alone with the candlelight in the pre-dawn dark. Only candles or strings of soft light are on in our home before the sun rises. I love this time of the day.
The pre-dawn dark holds promise, magic, stillness. Ideas, dreams, and paths to follow unfold onto the pages of my journals in the pre-dawn darkness. I sit and write now by candlelight. This is the time to listen to life and beyond. Like the Solstice, this time offers a point of repose.
In honor of the solstice, of the pre-dawn dark, of the companionship that comes among those who rise hours before the sun for creative time, some candles and light to share.
Early light angel.
Early morning writing in journal.
“When you possess light within, you see it externally.” —Anaïs Nin
Early light with glass heart.
Early light glass.
“There are two ways of spreading light; to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.” —Edith Wharton
Early morning writing with stones.
Early morning light on glass.
Early morning writing with coffee in treasured cup from Mallorca.
Pre-dawn hours with Mom and Dad.
To the pre-dawn dark and all of the potential she holds and to candlelight. To the creativity that comes in these hours. To the companionship that lovers of the pre-dawn dark feel across the miles.
Early morning writing by lantern light.
Golden early morning light.
To stillness.
Early morning writing with fairy.
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