Today is the shortest day of the year – if you live in the southern hemisphere.
It’s the day I do a bit of a clean-out. Cupboards, rooms, shelves, eFiles, drawers, sheds, gardens. It’s the shortest day, so getting it done within the time-frame ensures it can’t all be done, only the things that matter. Yes, I’m a pragmatist. Do what can be done, let’s not worry about the other stuff – it can wait (or if someone mentions something, they are offered the tools to do it – offer of words is of no use, so if they need to mention it, they need to put the words into action).
I like the shortest day of the year. For one thing, it’s Papa Bear’s birthday. He’s gone onto a different place now, but his birthday is still celebrated (not as big this year or last, but no travel for many). We salute the big Bear, swim in the cold water of the shortest day, and eat cake.
The next best thing about the shortest day is that it leads into the lengthening of days from now until the longest day (the birthday of a brother, this time). From now until then, the days get longer, warmer, brighter. Trees and gardens respond, birds and critters set up for the new seasons, and hope springs in with the blooming of the winter roses.
It’s the shortest day of the year, the stars are more visible in the clear, cold nights, and the moon glows like a reminder of brighter times.