It’s 6:24 a.m., completely dark, the end of the longest night of the year.

It’s the last moments of winter solstice, one of my favorite holidays. I say holiday because I enjoy celebrating it.  I don’t do anything special, I simply find the experience fills me with elation.

It’s traditionally known as the shortest day and longest night, but it’s celebrated as the return of the sun because every day now going forward is going to be longer and longer.  I love the long days of summer, but I also love going into the depths of night and the miracle of coming out again.

I’m an early bird and am crazy about sunrise, the return of the sun each day brings. This morning, this Sunday, it’s raining.  I’m listening to enchanted rain on the roof and a fabulous radio show on KCSM (which you can stream and they also archive on their website if you want to listen any old time).  It’s called Breakfast, Dance and Barbecue.  DJ’ed by Clint Baker, whom I greatly enjoy.  Right now he’s playing a lot of Louis Armstrong and Jelly Roll Morton.  A rich and happy way to wake up on a Sunday.

It was completely dark as I started to write this.   And now, with each new moment, great magic is unfolding. The world is appearing.

So gradual, such infinitesimally small changes in light.  Yet each new moment a living work of art completely changing the landscape.  The sun is still far from the horizon but its light is already reaching me and dauntlessly changing my world.

Over the next hour the sun will return, the world around me will appear, will transform from invisible to visible, from shrouded in night to boldly glistening in the rain.

My day will begin.

May the rain in your life be enchanting and the sun make your world bright and bring you the beginnings of a brand new day.

Love,

Ingrid