|Full Moon Sandwich Cookies.|
For the offerings: Chocolate spice sandwich cookies with bittersweet & white chocolates, a glass of hot mulled cider with a cinnamon stick on the side (a splash of Tuaca makes this divine, but we withheld this night... it is too easy -- & too common in this place -- to drink the Darkness away). Hugs & grateful happiness. Children munching in coats & jammies, noses running. This night in the sharp cold, we hold our family very close & give thanks for the gift of togetherness.
Then, into the car to buy catfood, cold treatments & (yet another) copy of the Book of the Law...
|The Frosty Mourning Moon peeks through the birch trees, 2012.|
(oh, but to have a tripod! such shivering in the Dark can foil the paparazzi!)