February 2, 2026. 1 Degree this Morning. Six More Weeks of Winter

I am worn out with our country/world right now, the ignorance, willful blindness, the choice to be uneducated, the choice to be so cruel and rejoice in it.  I am having a congestive heart failure flare.  I need a break from all of it.  This little picture I borrowed from someone's blog brings me a moment of inner joy and peace.  I will take that for a minute.

Oh, and it seems Punx Phil saw his shadow and is forecasting 6 more weeks of winter.

Our forecast seems to agree with that.

January 27, 2026 Tuesday

"In an ever-changing, incomprehensible world the masses had reached the point where they would, at the same time, believe everything and nothing, think that everything was possible and nothing was true… The totalitarian mass leaders based their propaganda on the correct psychological assumption that, under such conditions, one could make people believe the most fantastic statements one day, and trust that if the next day they were given irrefutable proof of their falsehood, they would take refuge in cynicism; instead of deserting the leaders who had lied to them, they would protest that they had known all along that the statement was a lie and would admire the leaders for their superior tactical cleverness." 

 

"The result of a consistent and total substitution of lies for factual truth is not that the lie will now be accepted as truth and truth be defamed as a lie, but that the sense by which we take our bearings in the real world—and the category of truth versus falsehood is among the mental means to this end—is being destroyed."

 Hannah Arendt 

January 26, 2026.

To whoever still supports ICE (and Border Patrol):

We don’t have a difference in political opinion — We have a difference in morality.

I struggle to find the words for how I feel.  Enraged, broken-hearted, disgusted, disillusioned, hopeless.  I will be 70 soon.  I was born and raised here, and I admit, I never thought this day would come, but here we are.  How do we build back a better country, when that time comes, with  real freedom and inclusion and prosperity for all of us? History will remember, in spite of someone, possibly, in the future trying to erase it.   How do we move forward right now?

The Piedmont Raging Grannies 

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The United State of America

January 24, 2026

January 10, 2026.

"For Renee Nicole Good Killed by I.C.E. on January 7, 2026."

by Amanda Gorman

They say she is no more, 

That there her absence roars, 

Blood-blown like a rose. 

Iced wheels flinched & froze. 

Now, bare riot of candles, 

Dark fury of flowers, 

Pure howling of hymns.  

If for us she arose, 

Somewhere, in the pitched deep of our grief, 

Crouches our power, 

The howl where we begin, 

Straining upon the edge of the crooked crater 

Of the worst of what we’ve been.  

Change is only possible, 

& all the greater, 

When the labour

& bitter anger of our neighbors 

Is moved by the love  

& better angels of our nature.  

What they call death & void, 

We know is breath & voice;  

In the end, gorgeously,  

Endures our enormity.   

You could believe departed to be the dawn 

When the blank night has so long stood. 

But our bright-fled angels will never be fully gone, 

When they forever are so fiercely Good.

January 2, 2026 Frosty Friday

😂. Me to a T!

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❄️Winter is for rest.
🌷Spring is for beginnings.
Long before January resolutions, the spring equinox marked the New Year—a time when the light returned, the ground softened, and life actually started moving again. Winter wasn’t meant for hustling or reinventing yourself; it was for slowing down, restoring energy, and dreaming quietly beneath the surface. Then spring arrived, and new beginnings made sense. Honestly, that rhythm still feels deeply right. Wouldn’t you agree?  (These words belong to Irish Acres Homestead. )

January 1, 2026. May it be a Happier New Year than 2025

  New Year's Blessing

May this new year unfold with light and promise.

May your body feel strong, your mind feel clear

and your heart remain open to possibility.

May you awaken with purpose in your breath

and rest at night knowing you did enough.

May opportunity meet your effort,

patience walk beside ambition,

and challenges sharpen you

without ever hardening you.

May laughter arrive often and stay awhile.

May love, old and new, grow deeper, truer.

May you give freely without losing yourself,

and receive fully, without hesitation.

And when the road bends without warning,

may you trust the strength you’ve earned

and the wisdom you carry to guide you.

May this be a year of steady growth,

honest joy, and gentle courage,

a future that feels not only hopeful,

but open and welcoming too.

~ 'A New Year's Blessing' by Spirit of a Hippie 

New Year's Eve December 31, 2025

New Year's Eve Morning, December 31, 2025

Morning, January 1, 2026

I rang the new year in from my bed, partying in New Orleans with Don Lemon and watched the ball drop in NYC.  I always have to watch----I don't know if it's to see the old year out or the new year in---or just to make sure I'm still here for another day on this crazy planet.  May this new year be a kinder, gentler breath of fresh air world-wide.

December 25, 2025. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays

"Merry Christmas, everyone!

May these holy days wrap you in love, quiet peace, gentle hope, small joys, kindness, laughter, music, and moments of simple magic.

May abundance find you in ways both seen and unseen, and may compassion guide your days and nights.

Wishing you a tender Christmas and peaceful holidays.

May love and grace be the source behind every choice you make."

Rivers in the Ocean

Happy Holidays. My wish for everyone is that you have enough, and may today be full of kindness.

December 24, 2025. Merry Christmas Eve

Arthur Rackham 1937 'Twas the Night Before Christmas

I baked a ham, made my old fashioned traditional fudge, and made some crockpot chocolate peanut candy.  I will make some mashed potatoes, green beans, and maybe some deviled eggs to have with the ham on Friday or Saturday.  I have some Food City bakery rolls to go with that luscious food.  I would have it tomorrow but I have been invited to a neighbor's house for Christmas dinner, and I will get to hang out with my love, Cooper, the long-haired dachshund.  I will call my siblings sometime tomorrow to wish them Christmas greetings.  I hope that all of you have a wonderful Christmas/Holiday Season.

December 22, 2025. Monday. Old Fashioned Fudge

 Got two pots of old fashioned fudge cooked, and it actually 'set up'.  Had to do it today as they are calling for more humidity every day after today, and if there's too much humidity, the fudge won't 'set up'.  My nephew calls it dusty fudge due to the top getting all crumbly (if it sets up hard enough) when it is cut.  :)

December 21, 2025 Sunday. Winter Solstice. First Day of Winter. The Beginning of the Returning of the Light

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Naturalist's Guide: The Winter Solstice begins on Sunday, December 21, 2025, at 10:03 AM EST—marking the first official day of Winter. During this time, the North Pole is tilted the farthest from the Sun. Sunday will be the shortest day and longest night of the year in the Northern Hemisphere.

Midwives of the Soul 

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The winter solstice time is no longer celebrated as it once was, with the understanding that this is a period of descent and rest, of going within our homes, within ourselves and taking in all that we have been through, all that has passed in this full year which is coming to a close... like nature and the animal kingdom around us, this time of hibernation is so necessary for our tired limbs, our burdened minds.

Our modern culture teaches avoidance at a max at this time; alcohol, lights, shopping, overworking, overspending, comfort food and consumerism.

And yet the natural tug to go inwards as nearly all creatures are doing is strong and the weather so bitter that people are left feeling that winter is hard, because for those of us without burning fires and big festive families, it can be lonely and isolating.

Whereas in actual fact winter is kind, she points us in her quiet soft way towards our inner self, towards this annual time of peace and reflection, embracing the darkness and forgiving, accepting and loving, embracing goodbye to the past year.

"Winter takes away the distractions, the buzz, and presents us with the perfect time to rest and withdraw into a womb like love, bringing fire & light to our hearth".

.. and then, just around the corner the new year will begin again, and like a seed planted deep in the earth, we will all rise with renewed energy once again to dance in the sunlight.

Life is a gift a Happy winter to you all...

~ Bridget Anna McNeil

Brigit Anna McNeill

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Dark Of Winter  · Nox Arcana ·

Winter Solstice

This is the longest night of the year, the great turning when the sun pauses at the edge of return and the earth leans fully into darkness.

Here, stories thicken. The ground holds its breath and listens. Frost sketches its temporary prayers along the edges of leaves and windows, and the stars feel nearer, as though they have leaned closer just to hear us breathe.

This winter night is not the absence of life but its inward gathering. Sap is held deep in root and heartwood, the sweetness of the year kept safe against the cold. Seeds lie in the dark, dense with memory and potential, carrying whole landscapes within them. Beneath the soil, unseen lives continue their quiet tending, keeping the future warm in the deepest dark.

So too in us. Our bodies remember this season, even when our minds forget. In the long night, blood and bone draw inward, breath thickens, marrow listens, and something in us trusts that not all growth needs light to begin.

The sun will turn because it always has. The light will return slowly, faithfully, by small degrees that ask for patience rather than force.

May this solstice meet you gently, reminding you that even in the deepest dark, the earth continues its quiet work.

The future is already breathing.

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WORDS Brigit Anna McNeill

ART Tijana Lukovic