Between the Winter Solstice and the Return of The Light on the 25th of December are days where time might stand still. The sun appears to arise on the horizon in the same place each day and even the most steadfastly busy amongst us seem to feel the pull of the longing to stop. Between the tick and the tock of the planetary clock there must be a moment to sit and read a book, or write a poem, or even just have a little kip by the fire. There is very much more darkness than light - but from Christmas Day onwards the days are getting longer and longer.
Here the returning light is distinctly green.
This is not the green of spring, but the almost surreal green of winter's damp allies; the lichen's and mosses,
If this is where the year begins for you - I wish you much joy in it and indeed an abundance of joy to those for whom it doesn't. For me the calendar has changed but the year began with gestation at Samhain, and continues growing in the dark belly of the Womb of All waiting to emerge at Imbolc with the spring flowers. Having said that there are a few flowers already out here, confused by the unseasonably warm weather.
I hope 2015 brings you all that you need, nothing that you do not want and something that brings you closer to the heart of The Mystery.