Missed Connections in Las Vegas
Solstice Ever
Solstice Ever
cold magic twists
cabin fever
crisp noses pinched
ice air
heavy smoke
mead
prayers
fears
celebrations
the long night by inches becomes
the melt
until spring
~ Susie Hewitt, that crazy Las Vegas poet
Her Two Cents
The holiday is past and a new year has begun. For the northern hemisphere, the serious business of winter is about the settle in and force all but the hardiest souls into hibernation. While we might long for the warm spring sun and blue skies, long nights are dim days are necessary for undertaking a deep residency of reflection and thoughtful action. Instead of cursing the darkness, bring it in and let it work its magic.
