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| Wild Wise Woman |
Keli Clark
"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? -- every, every minute?"
Question asked by Emily, in OUR TOWN
"to find a value above all price for the smallest events in our daily life" ~Thornton Wilder
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| " . . . The year
isn't a clear circle or some dream of a clock but one shadowy moment after the next. . . ." Margaret Atwood (b 1939) from her sequence "Small Poems for the Winter Solstice: #14" in her book True Stories (p 39) which also contains her poem "Christmas Carols" (pp 56 - 57) See also fb / "Winter Vacations" |
Solstice
Each year, on the same date, the summer solstice comes.
Consummate light: we plan for it,
the day we tell ourselves
that time is very long indeed, nearly infinite.
And in our reading and writing, preference is given
to the celebratory, the ecstatic.
There is in these rituals something apart from wonder:
there is also a kind of preening,
as though human genius has participated in these arrangements
and we found the results satisfying.
What follows the light is what precedes it:
the moment of balance, of dark equivalence.
But tonight we sit in the garden in our canvas chairs
so late into the evening -
why should we look either forward or backwards?
Why should we be forced to remember:
it is in our blood, this knowledge.
Shortness of the days; darkness, coldness of winter.
It is in our blood and bones; it is in our history.
It takes genius to forget these things.
by Louise Gluck (1943 -2023)
from The Seven Ages
more on QK & FN & fb
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| “This is the solstice, the still point of the sun,
its cusp and midnight, the year's threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go and becomes the future." Margaret Atwood from her poem "Winter Vacations" |
When I think White Christmas, I tend to see red, as in all those gorgeous holiday fashions: classy red bathrobes, festive red Santa Suits, elegant red ballgowns, darling red tutus, shiny red manicures! Sometimes you just have to channel your inner Rosemary Clooney:
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| ~ Christmas Gift Idea! ~ |
"Merrimack in Massachusetts and Villanova University in Pennsylvania are the only 2 Catholic Augustinian colleges in the USA. That’s just a fact you may know, and you may also know that Villanova was in the news in 2025 as the alma mater of Pope Leo XIV." [Reliable recaps: fikkle & fan]
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Christmas Card ~ 1916
By Adèle Söderberg (17 May 1880 — 3 March 1916) |
There are so many great depictions of Santa Lucia -- including those by Betsy McCall & Carl Larsson -- and even a couple of movie scenes! However, this one by Soderberg -- new to me this year, thanks to my friend Steven, who follows all the customs -- has got to be my new favorite! Her sense of energy is so robust, as she strides purposefully through the night with her big fat home-baked luciakatter. Her little helper may be somewhat distracted, but not Lucia! Even the onlooker in the windown knows that Lucia means business! While Gertrude is known as the Patron Saint of Cats and Julian of Norwich as the Patron Saint of Cat Ladies, it is Lucia who is known for her cat - shaped cookies and saffron buns.
In honor of Lucia's delicious feline affiliations, here are a couple of the cutest cats I've seen all year:
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| Cartoon by Janie Stapleton,
posted by Allison Rablee Bryant, Thanks Nikki! |
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| Virgin Mary on Amazon |
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| by Terri Foss ~ amazon |
"By Thanksgiving Day, the foliage of Broadway [in Golden, Georgia] had fully surrendered to autumn. The ground was awash in the copper tint of oak leaves, the buttery ochres of elm and maple, and the varied reds of sweet gum and dogwood.
"At one section of the Promenade, fallen leaves had drifted ankle deep at the curbside, like rust - colored confetti, in a way that children, and Theo, found irresistible. He stepped off the sidewalk and dragged his feet through the gathered softness as if wading through a stream of slivered almonds. He chuckled at his own playfulness.
"Entering the Boughery Neighborhood, he took note of three tall ginkgoes, as bright as Shekinah glory, blazing golden with evening light.
"The sun was fast disappearing below the tree line, taking with it the mild temperatures that had accompanied daylight. Theo was wrapped warmly . . . carrying a bottle of wine . . . as he made his way . . .
"On lawns and in windows throughout the Boughery, Chdristmas lights were already on display, a hint of what was to come in days and weeks ahead. It was a gladdening sight Theo made the final steps to Glissen House." (294 - 95, emphasis added)