I have recently been reviewing an album (Songs of Separation: Reflections on the Parting of Ways) which was recorded on the Isle of Eigg. As part of my preliminary research, I did some background reading about the Isle and found out that, apparently, it has only one menhir (standing stone). I’ve been quite taken with what I’ve read of the Isle – I think the album is pretty good, too! – and have been thinking a fair bit about the achievements of the present Islanders, so it seems somehow appropriate on this solstice day to post this picture of the solitary menhir of Eigg (source: notjamesbond at The Modern Antiquarian)
To all who mark this day, this short moment of equilibrium in the turning of the wheel of the year: blessings be…
As I grow older so my perception of the passing of time, and the seasons, changes.
For a number of reasons, winters have become particularly difficult for me to endure. The cold seeps deep into the fabric of my being and the decreasing hours of daylight serve only to feed the insatiable ci du, the black dog, of my depression and isolation.
And so the midwinter solstice becomes increasingly significant to me. For although the winter has barely even begun to sink its fangs into this part of the world, at least I can draw some (cold) comfort in knowing that, however minutely, however slowly, from here on out, the days will begin to lengthen. The wheel of the year has turned its farthest and, after this moment of precarious equilibrium, will begin to turn back towards the light. For this small, precious blessing – this first tiny germination of the seeds of the new year and with it, the sun and the light – today I am grateful.
(Image: Moel Ty Uchaf by Richard John Linnett)
Image by Marcin Stawiarz, found at magnoliabox.com