sometime early last week it occured to me that while my attention was wholly absorbed in redecorating meggie's room and finishing up her bathroom, for the rest of the world, it's the "holiday season." gifts, baked goods, decorations, stockings, cards,... all these things are appearing at an alarming rate in the wider world outside my front door.
today meggie and i made what i would consider a serious inroad into the detritus that's clogging the lower level of the house, and through which anyone entering has to navigate. i have my Master List in hand, i have perhaps two-thirds of my presents bought and wrapped.
in recognition of the solstice celebration which i begin tomorrow, i swept the threshold and the entry way of the house and sprinkled salt across the threshold. mindful of the bitter turn the weather has taken, i also spread birdseed along the edge of the woods. tomorrow i'll hang some evergreens around the door... i've got to get up to the attic to find the ribbon :).
for a pantheistic neo-pagan witch like me, the solstice begins tomorrow at dusk with the burning of a black candle. why black? come back tomorrow, Gentle Reader, and i'll explain.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.