Shortest Days: Longest Nights: Coming Home

We have reached the middle of the year, and here in the Southern Hemisphere, that means the days are short and the nights are long. It's also cold. Penelope spends much of her time in her snuggly bed, and she isn't keen to be disturbed.

Is it coming home? We hope so. On our family chat group, we are all watching the Euro 2020 and commenting on England's progress. Big Brother and I are proudly sporting our colours. Yes, I look tired - it was 5am. 

The weather has been cold and wet, but when it clears up and the sun shines, the walks are always beautiful around here.

Black Mountain Nature Reserve

Walking with the Walking Crew at the weekend was cold again, but we had a mission - get to the café for breakfast - so we wrapped up warm and off we went!

I loved coming across these feathers in a tree-stump. Native American culture traditionally considers feathers to be gifts from the sky, which carry with them the power of the birds, wind and air, and the power of the sky gods. The central hollow shaft of the feather can be seen as a way to send prayers to the Creator and also to receive blessings or messages.

Apparently, feathers represent freedom of mind and heart, and the ability to travel, change, and move through life freely. Feathers are a symbol of flight and freedom; like a bird that soars through the boundless sky and has a view of all things from high above, feathers symbolise the ability to transcend and move beyond mental barriers and limitations; to see the larger picture and understand what really matters. This may all sound a bit naff, but I find it quite meaningful, particularly in these times of Covid. 

I read an article about symbolism in nature, which suggested that when you see a feather a tree, you are being asked to 'go out on a limb' for a situation to gain fruition. You are being guided to stretch your limits; push yourself higher; approach things from a different angle. Your goals and dreams are within reach: you just need to apply a little more effort to reach them. Whatever, I like them.

Cold hands: warm hearts with The Luminosity and Purple Lady

At Winter Solstice, I tend to indulge my pagan side. I sweep out the house, removing the bad energy through the back door and I bring in the new growth and colour (rosemary, lavender and hebe) through the front. I drink a dark beer and/or a mulled wine (not pictured) and I light a candle to represent the beginning of the lengthening of days and bring in the light.