Oh, my aching head...and ankles. The Morris dancers just let and hour ago and I have to get to work. No statutory holidays for pagans even in Canada. Oh, well. It was a blast. And the light has won again.
This year the birch log is a good three feet through the middle so with a slow flame and a little care and attention, Yule should last well into January. The Green Man was a hoot, even with that holly coming out of his mouth, going on and on about what a loser the moon was. Regret is gone and the dawn is early! Woot! I am off to hug the forest and throw a rock at the sun to get it moving again.