On this the shortest day of the year
We celebrate the going inward that winter brings
And surely some among us mourn the summer as long gone,
the year as a time of grief or joy.
We wipe our collective brow that we are here to see this sun, this moon
and meditate on the coming year and our wishes for it
and our loved ones.
As for me, a lover of warmth and long days,
this time of year is hard. I find myself flowing in and out of what feels like despair
and countering the emotions with pep talks
and long walks around the neighborhood to process.
Today I baked my mother's bread for two new mamas
and will spend the afternoon delivering them, seeing the new boys that have come to earth this
Today I put the finishing touches on this clutch, a symbol of Holy inward thought
as much as it is a blithe homage to flight and sky.
Every detail finely wrought and carefully finished
every moment making it full of attention and love.
Mookaite in Lavender with dendrites
Luna Moth wings for flight
Moon Mandala for meditation
Scalloped edges for sweetness
Hand stitched for gentleness
Made for the one who claims it
May your solstice be full of meaning