Happy Solstice, dear readers!
On this most ancient and most human holiday, the sun in the Piedmont set very close to the moment of the Solstice. But don’t worry, I lit a candle on my desk so I’m sure the sun will return earlier and earlier each day for at least the next six months or so.
How are you celebrating tonight?
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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Quietly at home. A candle burning against the darkness.
Better than cursing.
I thought I go dancing naked in the woods with all my pagan friends ;).
If I know you, you’re going to drag a tree in from the woods and dance around in your pajamas Thursday morning with your family. Merry Christmas.
That is probably more likely. Though our tree is fake. Enjoy your day(s)? off.