And to Brigit Farley for her kind remarks:
"You always have the best pictures, poems
and commentary . . . long live Kitti Carriker!"
And to Leonard Orr for his faith in my superpowers:
"Some believe that Kitti visited simultaneously no fewer than one thousand friends scattered across forty countries and thirteen time zones; this feat is repeated each year just after the winter solstice to brighten the days. She is said to be drawn to artworks and stacks of fresh books."
Posted previously, but worthy
of a repeat on this mystical day:
The Shortest Day
So the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen,
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing, behind us – listen!
All the long echoes sing the same delight
This shortest day
As promise wakens in the sleeping land.
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends, and hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
by Susan Cooper (b. 1935)
Award - winning British author of fiction and fantasy
by Contemporary Artist Sarah Young
And this one ~ Catmint