12 Days of Yule

Field Notes from the Longest Night The longest night of the year has begun.Darkness has settled in, not heavy, but complete. The air outside is cool, crisp, and dry. Thin, wispy clouds drift overhead. After a steady breath beneath the solstice sky, I return indoors to the comfort of my chair beside the tree in my studio. The white, flocked branches are gathered with quiet treasures: animals, birds, pinecones, and small echoes of the natural world. Cool white lights glow again