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1y

I don't complain about changing the clock 2x a year. I complain about #solstice telling me that half a year is over and I think: Didn't the year just begin?!

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1y

When I was about seven years old, I was playing outside one evening when I noticed there was much more sunlight than there should have been.

“Is the sun never going to set again?” I asked my mother.

“No, it’s just the summer solstice,” she told me and explained how it worked. I was mesmerized. What an incredible day of the year this is.

I’ve loved it ever since. ☀️

#SummerSolstice #Solstice

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3d

“You are standing in a high, dim stone vault. There is a thick soundlessness, as in a recording studio, or a strongroom.”

—Kathleen Jamie visits Maeshowe chambered cairn at midwinter, for the London Review of Books, 2003

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https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v25/n24/kathleen-jamie/into-the-dark

#Scottish #literature #midwinter #solstice #Orkney #archaeology #prehistory #neolithic

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2d

He has gone down into darkness at the wrecked end of the year
And is lying, gaberlunzie, in the needled nest of frost…

—Gerry Cambridge, “Processional at the Winter Solstice”
published in Notes for Lighting a Fire (HappenStance Press 2012)

https://happenstancepress.com/index.php/shop/product/4-notes-for-lighting-a-fire-gerry-cambridge/category_pathway-12

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #midwinter #solstice

Processional at the Winter Solstice
by Gerry Cambridge

He has gone down into darkness at the wrecked end of the year
And is lying, gaberlunzie, in the needled nest of frost.
The arctic thrushes call for him although he cannot hear,

And the worm too understands him in the chilled grip of its dark,
And the ptarmigan in blizzards where no thought is worth a crumb,
And treecreepers in shivering puffs in Wellingtonias’ bark.

Shop windows glint in city lights like ice and sky, but still
No tinsel gifts can touch him, freed to silence like a stone’s;
His face is white as paper’s white in miles-high midnight chill.

He lies as plain as frost-dust where those starving thrushes call,
And his lime and ray-struck armoury could hardly be less small
On the anvil of beginnings in the sun’s gate on the wall.

ALT

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3d

Angus at midwinter
or near as makes no odds –
faint shadows raxed
over fields of dour earth,

every fairmer’s fenceposts
splashed with gold.

—Kathleen Jamie, “Solstice II”
in SELECTED POEMS (Picador 2018

https://www.panmacmillan.com/authors/kathleen-jamie/selected-poems/9781509882953

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #midwinter #solstice

Solstice II
by Kathleen Jamie

Here comes the sun
summiting the headland – pow!
straight through the windows of the 10.19
– and here's us passengers,
splendid and blinking
like we're all re-born,
remade exactly, and just where we left off:
the students, the toddler, the tattoo'd lass,
the half dozen roustabouts
headed off-shore
cracking more beers
and more jokes.
Angus at midwinter
or near as makes no odds –
faint shadows raxed
over fields of dour earth,

every fairmer's fenceposts
splashed with gold.

ALT

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3d

A meditation for this most transformational December solstice to help you connect to the web of life that is the foundation of all that we are and have been and will be.

Enjoy!

https://accidentalgods.life/december-solstice-meditation-suitable-northern-and-southern-hemispheres/

#DecemberSolstice
#CapricornSolstice
#WinterSolstice2025
#Solstice