While sitting on the airplane yesterday, I composed my winter solstice blog, but between an extraordinarily early morning and hitting the ground running once in sunny California, I was beyond spent and didn't get it posted. Better a little late, than never :)Other than funny little coincidences , like the fact we stayed on the 13th floor of the hotel in Chicago last night, or light joking with the family that we were traveling home, not for Christmas, but so that we could toast the last day of the world with them, all of this talk of the Mayan calendar really seems to distract from today's true purpose...solstice. Today is the shortest day of the year. Fifteen years ago today, the sun set on my grandfathers life, and only a few short months before the sunrise of my marriage. It is always a special day of remembrance and re-birth for me. Though our long cold evenings full of starlight seemed to peak last week while we watched the meteor shower, today's darkness will be the longest before we slowly creep back toward the light. We are fortunate to be able to spend this solstice with family, warmed by the light of hearth and home. Fitting isn't it that on this shortest day, we spent much of it up above the clouds in pure sunlight.
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