In the Darkest Times, Stories Remind Us…
Here at my home near Boston, we just had our first major snowstorm. The nights are long now and the days are cold.
Given how dark and cold it feels, it’s easy to ignore the solstice, which occurred without fanfare yesterday at 5:45 pm. Nothing flashy happened. It was dark before 5:45; it was dark afterward. And, after all, the solstice happens every year.
But the solstice can be a reminder that events go in cycles, undulating like waves. And story can be a powerful reminder…