For you, dear readers, in celebration of the Winter Solstice:
From the vast void She is born, a long, slow explosion of light. Dark specks sing through the eons red and blue. A planet collects songs and stories, gathers to spin pretty around one star, learns days from dust and liquids, heat and air, breathes human life. Stardust, I am alive and alone on this dark path, creating space safe to name truth, overcome trouble, honour beauty avoid denigration in a world consuming itself in its frenzy for freedom from despair, in a race lost to keeping up -- those Jones's desperate to have it all, never arriving -- in a population swallowed, in a more-more campaign for mutations processed, frozen, packaged resold to tomorrow's consumers. Ah, but our dreaming collective finds small notes, sings big bright stars of morning into lives, rekindling joy in the return of light. -- Bernadette L. Wagner
The season’s best to you and yours!