Journal Entry 12.20.23

I feel the fire ritual coming on. The short, dark days have hit their darkest point. The nights dominate the days. I feel the sense of hibernation stirring, the awakening is coming. The tension of the sun low and shallow, the sunset at the farthest mark on the horizon. Some people find the diminishing light oppressive. I find it exciting. The tension has reached a point where it must give or the earth will be consumed. But because we know the light returns the tension is a harbinger not of even greater darkness, but of the return to light. There is hope.