Happy midwinter.
Dec. 21st, 2005 01:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My brain is just so addled by the whole concept of The Shortest Day. We have got a beautiful day for it, here, our six hours of sunlight. I long to mark it, somehow, as we used to do in the Folklore Department at Penn, with one of the old Mummer's Plays. I was in them three years running. Or a visit to the Revels. Or SOMETHING.
I must do domesticky seasonal things like wrapping presents, baking cookies, and cooking for visiting relatives, but my brain is AWAY on some other plane, acting out Death and Resurrection and Light and Dark over and over and over.
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(In other news, I'm going to have CLAM CHOWDER FOR LUNCH!)
I must do domesticky seasonal things like wrapping presents, baking cookies, and cooking for visiting relatives, but my brain is AWAY on some other plane, acting out Death and Resurrection and Light and Dark over and over and over.
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(In other news, I'm going to have CLAM CHOWDER FOR LUNCH!)