Trees and Sky. Sunday, December 21, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Winter Solstice smiles lying dormant for one year she re-emerges
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Winter sneaks in, draped in drama, hands on heavy hips, waiting to cover us in dysfunction.
I know I won’t say anything when I see her today, but I’ll want to. And she won’t say anything–I’m the expressive one when it comes to “such a time as this.”
We’re feeding off of cold energy–trying to warm our hearts, both too afraid of being hurt–it’s just around the corner, yet we’re holding on.
The Emotions’ “What Do the Lonely Do at Christmas” comes on and tears stream down my face. How can you listen to this song and not feel something?
The air outside sends a chill to my bones that is indescribable. I am frosty–winterfied by jealous winds and made stoic in the presence of God’s season.
“You have too many periods in that one statement for me to feel comfortable about your reply” she tells me as she reads my response to her asking me not to hate her for picking up another shift that cuts our time in half, and I read and reread the statement, and the only thing I can come up with is, “I don’t know why you’re uncomfortable. I place periods where they belong. It’s grammatically correct.”
My spectrum brain didn’t see the coldness of it–the short-and-to-the-pointness of it, and I have to remind her sometimes it’s best I communicate verbally because word of mouth in written form can be misconstrued.
We agree it’s our emotions taking over . . . we care too much not to care at all, and this season always finds us tugging war with ourselves and the battles are many.
I am fighting for more than peace and strength. I am fighting to be understood by a world that may never understand me but it hurts so much more when she tries and she can’t, either.
Happy Winter Solstice, beautiful people! I’ll be spending this day with someone very near & dear to me. I hope all of you will get the chance to do the same.
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