The light this morning set everything it touched on fire with an intense glowing orange. I couldn’t help but to go stand and bathe in it along one of its long corridors in the top meadow after letting the chickens out. After pecking away vigorously at their feed, they have begun preening and basking in their own corridor of light. Even the cats are positioned to soak up the life-giving beauty- in windowsills of course. We are all drawn into the warm light of an early winter’s morning. Against the bright blue clear sky, the great beech tree that forms part of the frame of our view to the west is ablaze with colour. The oranges, yellows, greens and chestnut browns appear like stained glass in nature’s cathedral. It reaches high and outwards and is such a wonder that it inspires peace and reverence within me. I thank the tiny seed that this glorious tree sprang from so many years ago. With light such as this, it’s hard to believe that our days are so short at this time of year! It will begin to get dark by mid-afternoon as we move swiftly towards the shortest day. For me, it is no surprise why our ancestors celebrated the return of the light at Solstice time and this is why it will be forever relevant. Rise, shine and be warm.
This Wild Homestead 