I only have to travel a few hours north of home to still find the early morning hours between midnight and sunrise to be more like winter than spring despite what the calendar tells me.
This morning, further north, but still spring, there were ice crystals on the rocks. It doesn’t take much change to make things look different from the recent past. The future – one or two seasons away?
Persephone has returned again to the underworld. The Sun paused for just a moment and where darkness had reigned, the light has begun to overcome it – but there is still darkness, cold, and sadness ahead.
On this longest night, gods and goddesses met to plan our Fates. Virgin mothers gave birth to their sacred sons today. Rhiannon’s Pryder. Isis’ Horus. Demeter’s Persephone. Perhaps, Mary’s Jesus under a comet or conjunction.