This time every year, I share a story. The story of how on winter solstice many years ago (13 years!), my person and I celebrated the shortest day and longest night of the year by saying ‘I do’. We lit that long, dark night with love and hope and friendship, joy and dancing and cake and holding on to one another and all the people we loved.
What might come to you in the silence?
What might come to you in the silence?
What might come to you in the silence?
This time every year, I share a story. The story of how on winter solstice many years ago (13 years!), my person and I celebrated the shortest day and longest night of the year by saying ‘I do’. We lit that long, dark night with love and hope and friendship, joy and dancing and cake and holding on to one another and all the people we loved.