The 13th and Last (Probably) Solstice Story
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Early Pederson Family Solstice Celebration (Which has since been somewhat modified)
Light at the End of the Solstice Tunnel
Light at the End of the Solstice Tunnel
As you know I am one of those people who enthusiastically embrace the solstice. Well, really only the winter solstice (I hate its evil summer twin.) As a Minnesotan, and noted winter-denier, I have looked forward to it as the greatest day of the year for many years. It’s the day that heralds the VERY early return of summer breezes, short nights, flip flops - and early tee times!
To celebrate this great occasion, annually I have sponsored Solstice S’mores for the neighborhood and written humorous (I hope) paeans to the solstice for you, dear friends and relatives, to help endure the long dark night that is our winter. I can’t break with tradition totally but somehow I think I must take a little different direction this year. Now that I have taken my 70th trip around the sun I feel that I can bring a bit more wisdom or gravitas to my story. A happy little Solstice celebratrix
(Or perhaps just use pretentious words like gravitas - and pretentious? - to make it appear so.)
In the past I have made up stories about the ancient Celts
and Druids prancing around a fire on the eve of the solstice within an ancient
ring of stone. One year it was a story about Helios, the Greek god of the
sun who got waylaid towing the sun around behind his chariot and ended up way off course at the
Tropic of Capricorn (as I'm sure you know, where the sun actually ends up looming overhead on the solstice) before
learning the error of his ways. And remember my great story in 2012 when the
world was supposed to end on Dec. 21st? Boy, was my face ever red when it didn't; who knew the Mayan calendar could
be so far off?! Now, the more I think about the winter solstice – and why I am
so enamored with it – the more I have come to think that there may be more to
it than just glib anecdotes.
Neighbors' annual re-enactment of barbarians (most are not acting and alcohol may be involved)
So why was there all this excitement to be snatched? The easy answer, anyway the one I have always milked for laughs, was that with the ever-increasing wintertime darkness the locals – obviously ignorant peasants – had rituals and incantations to beg old Sol to return. (Which, not coincidentally, were always successful.) Upon further review, there was much more to it.
Since the famous Stonehenge monument , dedicated to the
solstice, was built roughly 5000 years ago it seems two things were certain: 1)
the builders had figured out exactly when the sun was coming back a looonnnng time
ago and 2) they were pretty smart guys. (Ladies were smart too but I suspect the women weren't allowed to join the builders' union back then.) Which brings me to a larger point – for which I’m sure you’re saying, "finally!" – and that is that all the dancing and
singing and incantating was really a celebration that the sun was definitely coming
back and life would again be sweet. Put another way, nobody likes the dark. We humans live for the light and to me there is great comfort in the thought that we humans
really haven’t changed all that much over these thousands of years. We are
hopelessly optimistic creatures but not without reason as we embrace change, growth and progress. (Well, not everyone exactly but that's a different story.)
So the message I think that the solstice, and of course Christmas
itself, try to express is that while there is always darkness and forces
trying to drag us into the gloom, they always fail and the light prevails. And it always will so go on, enjoy the day as much as I do.
Hey, for a noted cynic that's not too bad!
Anyway, put on your headset and try this:
Hey, for a noted cynic that's not too bad!
Anyway, put on your headset and try this:
You’re welcome. Now, if you will excuse me, I need go prance
around a Douglas fir. Meanwhile, have a S’more - and an adult beverage - on me!
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