“This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath.”

― Margaret Atwood.

It’s a rare day that I do not venture out. Perhaps one a year. Today was the day. Started with a stomach bug. I’m sure it’s fleeting; but I did not really stir most of the day. I missed a solstice gathering I very much wanted to attend with dear friends. Instead of going outside to have a walk and a picture today, I decided to make a Winter Solstice collage of pictures I have taken in Riverwoods this fall. I am so grateful for what Margaret Atwood calls “the year’s threshold and unlocking.” A new beginning. I welcome it with gratitude for all of the fall’s experiences, insights, challenges, joys and lessons.