Tonight, I experienced my very first Winter Solstice celebration. There are some things you just have to do when you live in a commune.
We all wrote things down on little pieces of paper (things from this year we want to leave behind, things we want to happen in the next year, etc.). We stapled them to our paper mache model of the sun and lit the whole affair on fire. We played music. We sang. We laughed. Some people cried. Some people burned sentimental documents and paintings. One man threw an old wooden spoon into the fire without explanation. I torched some old letters I wrote but never sent. It felt really good to watch something that once held so much angst disintegrate into ashes along with everyone else's burning baggage.
We left the fire pit feeling hopeful and renewed. We sat around in the kitchen listening to Spaceheads and eating chocolate.
It was a wonderful night.
Next up on the menu: Christmas.
And yes, I know, I still owe you guys a post entitled "Sausage Fest 2010 and My New Hipster 'Boyfriend.'" I haven't forgotten.
But that's all I've got for tonight. I shall spontaneously fall asleep at this time.
Peace out. <3