It’s snowing. If I didn’t have to go out in that shit I wouldn’t mind, I’d eat and drink and play with the boy and cuddle with my wife. But I’m a long way from home and I do have to go out in that shit, so here I am.
It’s dark, cold and snowy in our part of the world this time of year, and at root our winter holiday is acknowledgement of the power of the sun, to come, go, and return, and our need to wait during this cycle and acknowledge its power.
We are under the control of forces far more powerful than we can imagine. Our enemies are no more than another part of this force, the power of death and decay. For now- for all the astronomical cycles we can imagine, if not all we can calculate- life will always embrace and overcome death. When our enemies lose, they lose, but when they win they also lose, because they are death, and death is merely the fertilizer for life.
Winter is the time for some rest, but also for work, to be prepared for spring. Tools need to be made and repaired, animals cared for, other things cleaned, mended and set in order. Spring comes and we burst forth to grow and build.
Merry Christmas! God Yul!