Thursday, December 22nd, 2005

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Last night sat in circle with a few new friends, drumming and singing to honor the blessed dark, the healing dark, the redeeming, restful, growth-ful dark. Drumming and singing to honor the returning Sun.

Lit my hair on fire, too -- stepped back too hastily to let someone pass in a narrow hallway, next thing you know everyone's yelling "You're on fire! Drop and roll!" By the time I realized they meant _me_, I could hear the sizzling. Kneeling, I wrapped my hand around the hair (closer to the scalp than the fire) and squeezed it tight, depriving the flame of air. By the time I slid my hand down to where the fire was, it was only warm.

But what a way to make an entrance! I don't recommend it. And this morning I kept finding tangled rough spots, some pretty close to the scalp.

What I meant to tell you ... on a day when the local weatherfolks had been predicting rain, I awoke to a brilliant sun in a clear blue brilliant sky. Welcome back, Sol!

Love and light and lots of laughter

--Maggie

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