Blessed Solstice.

in the Darkness we nourish Faith
and fully believe in the (re)birth of the Light.

may we celebrate this Holy Darkness
by nourishing our Faith in the Unknown
and by maintaining our belief in the return of the Sun.

Sacred, Blessed Yule.





{thank you, Sherry, for the words. they resonate. deeply}

wild in our breast for centuries...

Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold,
Death's great black wing scrapes the air,
Misery gnaws to the bone.
Why then do we not despair?

By day, from the surrounding woods,
cherries blow summer into town;
at night the deep transparent skies
glitter with new galaxies.

And the miraculous comes so close
to the ruined, dirty houses --
something not known to anyone at all,
but wild in our breast for centuries.


- Anna Akhmatova -