December 21st (and also June 21) sums up a large part of who I am. On one hand there is the first day of Summer and the other is the first day of Winter. Long ago, some believed this day was the birth of a new year and paid homage to the Sun God. While on the other hand, June 21 meant that you better get your fields planted and your beers brewed up as winter is long, hard to endure and coming faster that expected.
While not totally pagan in my beliefs, the seasons of the year along with the mountains and rivers do play a rather large part in my life. It’s not that I worship nature, but rather there is this deep respect for living with it, among it, if you will. Watching the snow fall, the sun rise up or the moon set over Yellowstone connects with me at an unexplainable level. As luck would have it, my bills are paid as a result of living and working out of doors. Snow should be considered “white gold” as without it; the rivers don’t flow as high, the trout don’t live as well, geysers won’t keep erupting, skis are useless and my snow machine would just since there spinning it’s tracks.
Molly and I are healthier for living the way we do and for where we choose. Tonight we will celebrate Winter Solstice in superb fashion and tomorrow we will head into Wonderland.
From here on out, the days get longer.