As I sit in the predawn darkness of Solstice night, sipping my hot cocoa, and munching on ginger snaps, not the best cookie I’ve ever tasted, but as my first crack at making up a gluten free recipe, they’re yummy enough. I am reminded of the many years that came before. Solstice, to me is bigger than Christmas, it is the real “reason for the season”. This longest night, that was kept sacred by the ancients for one very good reason, hope. They gathered to appeal to the gods to make the gathering darkness relent and again give way to the light. All of the lights, remind us of that desperate plea for the light to return and the earth to be reborn into the new life of spring once again.
So many “traditions” are merely recent creations of marketplace desperate to encourage consumption at any cost. The latest holiday grab, transforming the last un commercialized bastion of family and community into the feeding frenzy of “Black Friday” is such a shame. I heard on the news of a man for missed the family meal to stand in line to get a better price on a swing set for his daughter. I would be willing to bet that she would have rather spend time with her dad than had a swing set for christmas.
Every Solstice, I have a tradition that until this year, I did not truly appreciate how much it meant to my children. Simple, really, but one that we never miss. I warm up the car and stock it with cookies and hot chocolate and lots of blankets. I wake them up and place them into their coats and shuttle them into the car. We drive out to the lake to watch the sunrise. munching on cookies, and sipping our cocoa, we watch the return of the light, together, groggy, giggling and snuggly warm on the frozen beach. Every year we find a different beach. sometimes a mountain of ice, whipped up by angry frozen waves, sometimes the water is free and ice chips lap at the frosty sand. We never know. Off we go!!
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Today, we found the first snow, the VERY first of the year to stick to the ground. My middle son “prayed” for snow last night. He was thrilled to see his prayers answered. A little consolation prize for the holiday, to ease the sting of his 11 year old realization that Santa is not exactly who he thought he was. The looks on all of their faces, the quiet contemplative moments standing in the cold, the moment when we all looked at one another and raced back to the warm car. . . All of it, priceless.
I pray that you find some magic with your friends, family , and community this holiday season, the kind of magic money cannot buy, the priceless kind. Connection to one another’s experience, as we travel together on this wondrous planet earth.
Happy Solstice All!
Karen
Queen Mother of Trillium Herbal Company
Post Script: To all who will share Trillium under the tree this christmas, or have purchased it inside this year. I thank you deeply, you should know that you are also giving a gift to 6 families whose trees are lit, houses are warm and whose tables will indeed be graced with fat turkeys this holiday season.

Karen Ciesar
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