On this the shortest day of the year, the light of hope shines in the darkness and heralds a time of renewal and beginnings. The following is an extract from 'Mrs Darly's Pagan Whispers'.
'Leaving for work one morning just as it was getting light, a few days before Christmas, I could just make outthe silhouette of Mrs Darley sitting on her doorstep, wrapped cosily in a warm shawl. Thinking she was locked out, I asked if she needed any help.
She shook her head, "No thank you dear, I'm waiting."
"I see," I said, not wishing to ask for whom.
"I'm waiting for the sun," she said, answering my silent question. "This is one of the most momentous occasions of the northern hemisphere when the sun begins His journey back to full strength. Most people let it slip by without a word, without even knowing. You should stay a moment."
"I can't," I said, "I have an early meeting."
"So have I," said Mrs Darley, her eyes never wavering from the distant horizon.'
Solstice blessings.
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