Solstice musings.

 Happy winter solstice! Blessed Yule! 

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Today is the day with the smallest number of minutes of daylight this year. From here on, the days get longer. It'll still be cold, but at least we'll have a fraction of an hour longer each day to experience it.

Tigs and I are having a less-than-chill Yule. This morning, I abandoned him to attend a winter solstice event at the Museum of Indian Arts and Culture here in Santa Fe. The guy who was supposed to give the solstice blessing couldn't make it due to car trouble, but I did see the sun's first rays peek out around the mountains behind the museum. 

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That's either Sun Mountain or Moon Mountain. Pretty sure it's Moon Mountain. But don't quote me.

Anyway, I had time to see the newest exhibits, buy a 2026 wall calendar (yes, I am so old that I still use a wall calendar, thanks), and see part of a performance by a troupe of dancers from Acoma Pueblo before rushing home to let in a worker to reassemble part of my deck. The guys who built it used finishing nails or staples or something not very sturdy, anyhow, to attach the fascia boards below the banco seat, and they literally fell off this past week.

How it started. Then it fell off entirely.
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Tigs was a little too interested in the gap; it wasn't wide enough for him to get his head in, but it wouldn't stop him from trying -- so it needed to be re-fastened. With screws this time.

It's done now, but it did throw a crimp into my morning.

Anyway, as soon as I write and post this, we'll have the rest of the day and evening. Dinner will be pork tenderloin, mashed cauliflower, and Brussels sprouts with Parmesan (thanks, Trader Joe's!). Might watch a movie tonight; I meant to rewatch The Princess Bride after Rob Reiner's death earlier this month and haven't done it yet, so that's a possibility. We'll see.

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Two things I wanted to comment on, though, before I'm off to pursue frivolity. 

1) Earlier this month, although I just saw it today, the Washington Post ran a story about how religious leaders are seeing a trend among people in their 20s returning to religion -- and not necessarily the religion they were brought up in.  That's a gift link, if you care to read the story. Two things struck me:

• Although the story highlights Catholicism, the writer mentions that "esoteric" religions like Wicca are drawing new members, too. The point -- although it may be largely anecdotal and is never explicitly stated -- is that these young folks are turning away from mainline Protestantism and evangelical Christianity because they're not finding the answers there that they need.
• Then there's the woman who is joining a Catholic church based apparently on some erroneous assumptions. "Because the Catholic Church is the church Jesus Christ started, the teachings stay consistent over thousands of years," she says. Well, um, no. Jesus didn't start the Catholic church; his followers did, or the followers of his followers. St. Paul did as much to push the Gospels as anybody, and he had never even met Jesus (although he said he heard Jesus' voice in a revelation on the road to Damascus, and because we're so close to Christmas, I will refrain from mentioning how such a claim would be met today). Her idea that the "teachings stay consistent" is also wrong, of course; one example is the first Council of Nicaea, which decided which gospels to canonize in the Bible and which to throw out. But okay -- this woman is young. She'll learn.

2)  Sometimes the Mensa newsletter has some interesting links, like this one to a Psychology Today article, "The Existential Crisis of the Gifted". I read this article a few weeks ago, and a lot of it resonated with me -- including this opening paragraph: 

The existential crisis for the gifted often begins as a subtle, recurring awareness, a quiet hum that says, "I am more than this." Or some varying version: "I am in the wrong place," "I do not have any equals here," "I am wasting my potential." From time to time, you feel the deep, cellular knowing that you were meant for something more expansive than your current circumstances allow. These instincts are not groundless. Your unconscious has accumulated information about your giftedness for years, from the moments when you grasped concepts others struggled with, when you saw patterns invisible to those around you, when you understood the unspoken dynamics in a room. And yet, here you are, perhaps in a role where you simultaneously burn out and bore out, burdened with responsibilities but given little authority, your days filled with tasks that require you to dim your brightness to fit in.

"In a role where you simultaneously burn out and bore out" is a fairly accurate description of my job at the big law firm. And thinking back on the jobs and other situations I've become dissatisfied with, I can see now that I was in positions that didn't allow me to fully shine, partly because I'm a woman and partly because I'm intelligent. And my acknowledging that doesn't make me a snob.

One of the most precious things I've gained as I've aged is knowing that I have no further need to hide my light under a bushel basket. I learned to do it as a kid and continued to do it for decades -- but no more. I've had a lot of experiences; I know a lot of stuff; I think faster and make mental connections faster than most people. That's just who I am. 

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Anyway, happy Hanukkah, merry Christmas, and happy whatever-else-you-may-celebrate!

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