Happy Winter Solstice! *
Our days will be getting brighter and longer each day now! 😎
*Offer void in Southern Hemisphere
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"Winter Beast”
Une nouvelle photo à voir sur mon blog:
https://indiefotog.com/winter-beast/
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1/2 #Light Is Returning - Charlie Murphy's lovely #song is perfect for the #WinterSolstice.
Light is returning
Even though this is the darkest hour
No one can hold back the dawn...
Winter Solstice
The night she was conceived, a faint sliver of light from the new moon travelled the sky. The night she was born, the moon was full and fat, a bright reddish harvest moon. The symbolism had been explained to death when she was still a small child.
Tied to the moon from birth, she was less concerned with the sun. When others mourned the last setting of the sun behind the mountains at midwinter, she remained calm. It would return a few days later.
So she was surprised when that year she was chosen to fetch back the light. Early in the morning they woke her up, and out into the dark and cold she was summoned, where the ritual play was carried out: There was no light in the village, someone had to go to the dragon’s cave and bring back fire, or the sun would never return. Would she be the brave soul?
She set out with a wry smile at the dramatic farewells. It was less than a mile to the cave, the provisions were unnecessary. A short walk later, she was there. She smelled the smoke from the entrance, heard the soft crackling as she stepped inside the big cave, and could just make out the large shape softly lit against the darkness.
Walking towards it, she saw the small fire burning under the belly of the stylised stone dragon, smoke flowing out its nostrils. She had never been party to this side of the ritual before, and briefly wondered who had snuck down earlier and lit the fire. She approached the stone beast head on, and now saw the fire through its holes-for-eyes, bright and flickering in one, softer in the other. Suddenly she understood. They were the sun and the moon, and the fire behind them was one.
She dutifully lit a torch from the dragon fire and carried it back to the village, so lost in thought that she was startled by the crowd that warmly greeted her, the ritual complete. A few days later, she rejoiced with the rest as the sun returned, clearing the mountains briefly for the first time in nearly a week. The light would grow day by day.
#pagan #solstice #WinterSolstice #story #shortstory #myth #writing
Happy #wintersolstice , and also there is another #special day #today
Today is also the #happy #birthday of #Indian #mathematician Srinivas Ramanujan, regarded as one of the greatest of Indian genii...
He was a blend of innate #talent and platonic #love towards #mathematics.
At an early age, he was taken to #Cambridge by another genius of Britain, Godfrey Harold Hardy. Together, they made several #beautiful discoveries. The #story of Ramanujan's life is indeed a wonderful piece to read, full of romance and thrills :)
RADIO FRANKENSTEIN INTERNATIONAL #226 - Earthbeat
Probably the smallest internet radio station in North East England - broadcasting from Sunderland to the Universe
Programme #226 first issued : 19 December 2021 ::::: Playing 24/7 all week
Happy Winter Solstice this week ! This year we've been marking the solstices and equinoxes with programmes dedicated to the elements : Spring = Water, Summer = Fire, Autumn = Air.... so that just leaves Earth for Winter.
We start with aliens visiting the Earth and being horrified at the state of the environment, and end on a hopeful note that the Earth shall bear again. And inbetween we give you the best Earth-themed music you'll hear anywhere this Solstice. Enjoy.
01 : Jerry Samuels - This Is Planet Earth
02 : Ernest Ranglin & The Mountaineers - Earth Sound
03 : Bunny Wailer - Walk The Proud Land
04 : Vibronics - Mother Earth
05 : Joe Henderson - Earth
06 : The Slits - Earthbeat
07 : The Gun Club - Mother Of Earth
08 - Third Ear Band - Dragon Lines
09 : Charles Dodge - Earth's Magnetic Field
10 : John Cage - And The Earth Shall Bear Again
Listen RIGHT NOW ! at : https://radiofrankensteininternational.weebly.com/
Want to carry the show on your station ? Contact via the above website....
#radio #radioshow #internetradio #onlineradio #music #musique #musik #música #muziek #Музыка #音楽 #音乐
#earth #wintersolstice #reggae #jazz #experimental
Winter Solstice
Winter Solstice
The night she was conceived, a faint sliver of light from the new moon travelled the sky. The night she was born, the moon was full and fat, a bright reddish harvest moon. The symbolism had been explained to death when she was still a small child.
Tied to the moon from birth, she was less concerned with the sun. When others mourned the last setting of the sun behind the mountains at midwinter, she remained calm. It would return a few days later.
So she was surprised when that year she was chosen to fetch back the light. Early in the morning they woke her up, and out into the dark and cold she was summoned, where the ritual play was carried out: There was no light in the village, someone had to go to the dragon’s cave and bring back fire, or the sun would never return. Would she be the brave soul?
She set out with a wry smile at the dramatic farewells. It was less than a mile to the cave, the provisions were unnecessary. A short walk later, she was there. She smelled the smoke from the entrance, heard the soft crackling as she stepped inside the big cave, and could just make out the large shape softly lit against the darkness.
Walking towards it, she saw the small fire burning under the belly of the stylised stone dragon, smoke flowing out its nostrils. She had never been party to this side of the ritual before, and briefly wondered who had snuck down earlier and lit the fire. She approached the stone beast head on, and now saw the fire through its holes-for-eyes, bright and flickering in one, softer in the other. Suddenly she understood. They were the sun and the moon, and the fire behind them was one.
She dutifully lit a torch from the dragon fire and carried it back to the village, so lost in thought that she was startled by the crowd that warmly greeted her, the ritual complete. A few days later, she rejoiced with the rest as the sun returned, clearing the mountains briefly for the first time in nearly a week. The light would grow day to day.
