My Winter Solstice Celebration

The other day, after observing me for several hours, my husband made an odd comment. He said I would make a good pagan. I looked at him quizzically, then came to the conclusion that he is probably right. I have a ritual, a pattern, that I fall into year after year. After the Christmas festivities have died down and the decorations packed away for the next year, it starts. Even though it is the dead of winter, Spring is in the air. I feel the days getting longer, and I have a renewed sense of energy. No room or closet is immune to my celebration. I rearrange furniture, dig out closets, and make my biggest donation run of the year. As I sit here all cozy in my home with two inches of snow on the ground, I am relieved to be done with my celebration. My car is bursting at its seams awaiting the drive to the donation drop off. I am liberated! I am renewed! Simplify, simplify, simplify...