Today is my birthday. And the solstice and the full moon, the last two of which are fairly rare together and the former not particularly interesting to anybody but myself. I’m weird though. Ever since I learned that the solstice marks the shortening of the days, I have felt a bit sad because we’re on the downward slide to winter. Actually, that isn’t really true. Now that I think about it, that habit started when I was living in Montana and winter started in September, if it didn’t start in August. A favorite saying was: “Nine months winter, three months relatives.” It’s fairly accurate. You weren’t counted a true Montanan until it had snowed on you ever month of the year. I believe that I was missing August, but only because I was traveling during that particular early snow.
Anyhow, the point is, I started thinking of the days growing shorter and isn’t that sad, and it won’t be long until the temperatures fall below zero and I have to shuffle around because the ice makes walking nearly impossible. Only now I live in Oregon and I think I need to make an effort to adjust my thinking. First–not really any ice here. Second–sure, we get some snow some years, but it doesn’t last. Third–it’s green the whole year and I swear there are flowers blooming every month of the year. I really don’t mind rain. Sure, it gets dark and I miss sun, but compared to the icy glare of winter in Montana, I’m good.
So I’m determined to enjoy the day without thinking of the sad part of the cycle and instead thing about how lovely it is and simply enjoy. I think I”ll sit on the back patio with a book and an ice tea and listen to the birds and my Hugin and Munin fountain and enjoy the flowers and dogs and blue sky. And then I’ll eat cake.