Joy//Solstice

December 21st 2025

Joy — What is it… that brings joy, in a cold, freezing, wind storm?

Solstice — Shortest day of the year. Moon time, bleeding, shedding yesterdays, for the tomorrows that promise.

Joy — Beneath the battered, scared fragments of my sanity. I long to remember, to play with any resemblance of whole hearted, belly deep laughter.

Solstice — Prayer is not carved into my daily movement. Yet this day, the line which splits seasons, opposite ends of existence, wakes a memory.

Joy — Never a constant, but worth the hop in my step, the rush to the door, the heart on my sleeve, the twinkle in my eye.

Solstice — Darkness is my center of celebration, for years, the void is the place where creation erupts.

Joy — Without it, I’ve become a prune. Sweet, tart, sour, dry.

Solstice — For all that hasn’t been, I am thankful. For though I do not love where I stand, I wish to not know any different.

Joy — Like a chisel, engraving my spirit with curves, lines, texts, to reflect sunlight, moonlight, starlight, to radiate, to shine.

Solstice — 35 winters, 35 summers, 35 springs, 35 autumns, not very many, learning to weave these shifts together, as to celebrate wholeness.

Joy — I miss you. Come back again.

Solstice — I love your slowness.

Joy — Life is not what it could be when you’re not here.

Solstice — Make way for joy.