Today begins the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year. Perhaps it is better to say the day with nearly equal amounts of darkness and light. Early this morning a lunar eclipse heralded the season, the first to fall on the winter solstice in over three hundred years. Does this have significance? Probably not, but the full moon, the eclipse, and the winter solstice combined, gives me a feeling of wonder. Many predict we are in a transitional period. I think this has a lot to do with the Mayan calendar and the whole 2012 theory of the end of time as we know it. I have a theory of my own. If it is the beginning of the end, then we’d better enjoy the time we have. If it isn’t, we’d better have a plan for the future. That’s it, simple and direct. I am going to start by turning on every source of light I can find, an attempt at creating my own illumination. Then I’m going to meditate on bringing more light into the world, from a spiritual perspective. Perhaps I’ll build a bonfire when the men get home from the farm and roast hot dogs over the flames. Maybe I’ll mull some wine with the spices I picked up yesterday in Biltmore Village. I’m definitely lighting candles around my jacuzzi and filling it with some aromatherapy essence oils and sea salt for a nice winter’s soak while the jets pulse the water into invisible massaging fingers. Then I’m crawling into bed for a long winter’s nap content with the knowledge that the days will begin to get longer as we creep toward spring.