I have never understood what Santa Claus has to do with any of this, but I now understand the need for light and hope that the spring will come. Maybe solstice rituals were born out of the fear that without divine help people would not see light and green again. It was a matter of pleasing this or that god or constellation of planets. I wonder if the spring that followed the end of World War II was enough to bring people back to their heart center. I suspect not. It would take a long time.
But today I'm grateful to be alive, grateful the fascist coups in this country did not succeed and that we may get busy repairing the damage and building a country that reflexively resists any such thing in the future.
I am completing two books of poems, one of which will be published by the most excellent Four Way Books in the fall of 2022. Yes, takes that long. Production of a new book takes about two years. I'm looking forward to working with the very fine editors. Editors are a blessing with a new book. They are teachers of sorts and have my full respect.
Have a great Wednesday. I may add to this post later today. I'm shortly headed out with the camera to seize the few hours of partial sun we have.