Winter solstice

Shortest day of the year, here, and yes, my body wants to be sitting by a flaming yule log, quaffing mead and eating lots of rich fatty food. A plum pudding would go down well right now too.

The earth (in the Southern Hemisphere) is at its quietest time, but I can see the tree outside my flat is just staring to produce the nodules that will turn into buds, then leaves. So we have the turning of the year, with the new growth in potentia.

And it's a good time for reflection.

This is how I "save my soul" by accomplishing a pure relationship between me and another person, me and other people ... me and the animals, me and the trees or flowers, me and the earth, me and the skies and sun and stars, me and the moon; an infinity of pure relationships ... that makes our eternity for each one of us... This, if we knew it, is our life and our eternity; the subtle, perfected relation between me and my whole circumambient universe.

Lawrence may have been a tosspot in so many ways, but he got one or two things right.