Stirrings. January takes its name from Janus, the Roman god of beginnings and endings. He had two faces so he could see the future and the past! He was also the god of doors. Winter light. Naked trees and Moons. Dark skies and stars. Quieten, rest in the stillness Ice and snow swirl and whirlbreathe slow. Settle. Read more about January[…]
BBC radio 4 The essay https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/b06s96l4
Tim Dee Dusk on the winter solstice: the shortest day and longest night of the year. I was cold and alone on a track on the Somerset Levels, looking towards the dying light in the west. Moving across the sky in front of me, like the breath of the earth, were thousands of birds – Read more about Winter solstice Murmuration[…]
Winter solstice – Jan 21st / end of lunation Suspended energies going in both directions light is rising but temperature dropping Drop out of bottom of out breath Low energy – Quiescence – Be still – Rest Deep sleep know that stuff is happening Work is going on – Trust let yourself be worked on by unseen Read more about Capricorn 12-2am[…]
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m000qhdp. BBC Radio 3 Night tracks Winter Solstice Evening Soundscape Radio 4 The art of Darkness https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/b018b8ct?partner=uk.co.bbc&origin=share-mobile
In Persian culture, the winter solstice is called Yaldā (meaning: birth) and it has been celebrated for thousands of years. It is referred to as the eve of the birth of Mithra, who symbolised light, goodness and strength on earth. LIZ LOCHHEAD In the Mid-Midwinter ‘Tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s – from John Donne’s ‘A Nocturnal Read more about Winter solstice – the Hibernal solstice[…]
When the weather grows cold and the food supply finally dries up, black bears retreat to their winter dens. Males bed down around mid-December and emerge in mid-March; females, which give birth during the winter and stay with their cubs for two years, remain in their dens longer, from late November to mid-April.
Will you search through the lonely earth for me?Climb through the briar and brambleI’ll be your treasureI felt the touch of the kings and the breath of the windI knew the call of all the song birdsThey sang all the wrong wordsI’m waiting for youI’m waiting for youWill you swim through the briny sea for Read more about Keep looking[…]
The Essay, BBC Radio 4 Religions of the north https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/b06s9dh1