Update about blogCa

Who knew all this would happen afterwards! Winter Solstice being celebrated in a small apartment...thanks to YouTube video of a fire, and my own little grove of fake evergreens!

Monday, December 8, 2025

Life inside for wintertime

 
Dawn on Winter Solstice...the furthest into my apartment that the sun shines around 8 am. The growth of daylight hours each day past the solstice is very slow at first.



My new little friend, a Christmas Cactus graces my old sewing basket. 



Granddog Cody and his Christmas Tree.



While I meet with friends at the Dripolator Coffee Shop, the Harwood Funeral Home looks down on our simple fare reminding us of our mortality.

This orchid has at least two stems putting forth blooms for the season. So thrilled!

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Today's goddess:



In the misty origins of ancient Sumer, the goddess Ishtar (originally known as Inanna) stands as a paradoxical figure of staggering complexity—a "Mother Goddess" who, interestingly, was rarely depicted as a literal mother or wife. Known as the Queen of Heaven, she personified the raw, untamed forces of both sexual desire and the violent chaos of war. To the ancients, she was the "Lady of the Morning and Evening Star" (the planet Venus), representing the dualities of life: the beauty of the sunrise and the looming mystery of the dusk. Her most famous myth, her descent into the Underworld, reveals her as a deity of profound transformation; by stripping away her royal garments and facing death itself at the hands of her sister Ereshkigal, she embodied the cyclical nature of the seasons and the fragile threshold between the world of the living and the realm of shadow
Source: The Secrets of the Ancients FB page
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Today's quote:

Love is to life what life is to death. And so we risk everything trying to touch the ineffable by touching each other. Over and over. Again and again… Patterned behavior alternates like shadow and light… We can change, evolve, and transform our own conditioning. We can choose to move like water rather than be molded like clay. Life spirals in and then spirals out on any given day. It does not have to be one way, one truth, one voice. Nor does love have to be all or nothing. 
Terry Tempest Williams

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