Not everyone has a family to go to, so for us others become very precious; folk who come into our lives from very different backgrounds and cultures. The Yuletide wheel turns yet again and here we are…
Hostel life can be lonely at this time of year, but Hedi and Dominique have become my firm friends, all of us semi-homeless, crazy, happy, and blowing with the wind. We are all free spirits, making do with just enough of everything to get by. We feasted on Dominique’s potato cakes and Hedi’s glorious chestnut roast, all good old fashioned Northern European indigenous food, fit for the old Gods!
Sure the years are passing us by, but what years they are! Happy, sad, moments of immense emotional experience, but no compromise in choosing the way we live; honest, true and free.
Winter Solstice is always a special; a time for quiet reflection, a closeness with the old Gods and a chance to sacrifice something in me for a gift from something in them. Along with the rebirth of the Lady Sól (Sun) on her return from the underworld, so the sublimation of winter’s chill reflects the return in our hearts of the vibrant life force.
Walking along the Thames with the lights all around, my little family arm in arm, we celebrated the joie de vivre. For us, everyday is tainted with this freedom, and although it is often hard, it is never dull! Is there life outside of the traditional family set-up?
We think so!