Samhain \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Winter Moon<\/p>\n
Still warm from yesterday evening. \u00a0We need the small flames that friendship kindles to keep the soul from growing cold.<\/p>\n
Tom’s other gift of holly and acorns, the Holly King and the Oak King, sits above my computer, recalling the struggle between the two over the last six months, a battle that will, starting on the Solstice bend toward the Oak King’s forces of light.<\/p>\n
Mark’s gift of polished Woolly Mammoth tusk is up there, too, waiting inspiration.<\/p>\n
As many of you know, I’m no longer a Christian, but I celebrate Christmas the holiday still, only now in the way we did last night, by seeing people I love. \u00a0No tree. \u00a0No gifts. \u00a0No cards. No church services. Just other humans walking this most ancientrail–life–together.<\/p>\n
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