I've been thinking a lot lately about what my personal holy days and rituals entail.
One of those days is definitely the Longest Night, with its key ritual being a time to reflect upon the darkness.
Another of those days is Christmas Eve, with its key ritual being an afternoon walk in the "woods." This year, as in many prior, it was spent walking along Puyallup's Riverwalk Trail, listening to bird song—jays, juncos, chickadees, crows, thrushes, ducks—and watching the naked deciduous trees reach toward the gray heavens.
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