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Celebrating the Longest Night

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah (or Chanukah if you
prefer), Happy Kwanzaa (Habari Gani?), and Yay for the Solstice! What are you celebrating this month?  


If you live in the Pacific Northwest like
I do, the passing of the Solstice is a reason to be especially thankful. I know I’m looking forward to more than a few hours of daylight. While the recognition of the shortest day probably goes back a lot further, many of the Christmas traditions come from the pagan rituals – yule logs, evergreen wreaths, candles, and evergreen yule trees.    

Western cultures draw many of these winter holiday traditions from Saturnalia, an ancient Roman solstice celebration dedicated to Saturn, the god of agriculture and time. Initially a one-day celebration earlier in December, like many Roman holidays, it later expanded into a weeklong party stretching from December 17 to 24. Scandinavia honors St. Lucia, one of the earliest Christian martyrs. This holiday was folded into earlier Norse solstice traditions after many Norsemen converted to Christianity around 1000 A.D. As a symbol of light, Lucia and her feast day blended naturally with solstice fire traditions. Of course, we owe the red and green Christmas colors to ancient Celtic traditions.

Moving into other international traditions, the Chinese celebrate Dong Zhi (which means “Winter Arrives”) to welcome the return of longer days and the corresponding increase in positive energy in the year to come. The holiday also has roots in the Chinese concept of yin and yang: after the solstice, the abundance of darkness in winter begins to be balanced with the sun’s light. While it is no longer an official holiday, it remains a family occasion to join together and celebrate the year that has passed and share good wishes for the year to come.

An ancient Persian festivalShab-e Yalda (which translates to “Night of Birth”) celebrates the triumph of Mithra, the Sun God, over darkness. According to its tradition, people gather on the longest night of year to protect each other from evil, burning fires to light their way through the darkness, and performing charitable acts. 

In Peru, like the rest of the Southern Hemisphere, the winter solstice is celebrated in June. The Inti Raymi (Quechua for “sun festival”) is dedicated to honoring Inti, the sun god. Before the Spanish conquest, the Incas fasted for three days prior to the solstice. Before dawn on the fourth day, they waited for the sunrise on a ceremonial plaza and offered sacrifices, using a mirror to focus the sun’s rays and kindle a fire. After the conquest, the Spaniards banned the Inti Raymi holiday. (Shocker, right?) 

For the Zuni, one of the Native American Pueblo peoples in western New Mexico, the winter solstice signifies the beginning of the year, and is marked with a ceremonial dance called Shalako. Once the Pekwin, or “Sun Priest,” announces the rebirth of the sun, four days of dance begin, starting with 12 kachina clowns in elaborate masks dance along with the Shalako themselves—12-foot-high effigies with bird heads, seen as messengers from the gods. 

The Anasazi left no written records, so we can only speculate about their winter solstice rites. Placement of stones and structures in their ruins, such as New Mexico’s Chaco Canyon, indicate they certainly took a keen interest in the sun’s movement. The Hopi, descendants of the Anasazi, have an all night ceremony that begins with the setting of the sun (beginning the longest night).

In Japan, the winter solstice is less a festival than a traditional practice centered around starting the new year with health and good luck. Like many of the traditions mentioned above, the practice has its roots in agriculture. While bonfires are also a tradition here, I’m interested in a different practice – taking warm baths scented with yuzu, a citrus fruit, which is said to ward off colds and foster good health. 

I’m wishing all of you good health in the upcoming winter (of our discontent. Sorry, couldn’t resist). Covid anxiety, and then flat-out covid fatigue, have taken a toll on
many of us. I know my productivity plummeted, but I do have a book releasing in January (Malbec Mayhem). 

As this crazy year winds down, take time (maybe on the longest night) to reflect on what the new season and new year will bring you. 2020 is almost behind us, but don’t give 2021 a chance to say, “hold my beer.”

Cathy 

PS Y’all were so helpful this summer with reviews from the Advance Reader Copies of Calling for the Money. I hope some of you will be interested in ARCs of Malbec Mayhem. Here’s the link: https://bit.ly/MalbecReviewCopy 


An award-winning author of financial mysteries, Cathy Perkins writes twisting dark suspense and light amateur sleuth stories.  When not writing, she battles with the beavers over the pond height or heads out on another travel adventure. She lives in Washington with her husband, children, several dogs and the resident deer herd.  Visit her at http://cperkinswrites.com or on Facebook  

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The Holiday Season

by: Joelle Charbonneau

I love winter. 
Strange, but true.  I love the
crisp air, the snow and all the fun that goes along with it.  If it means shoveling the walks or scraping
ice off the car—well, that is the price I pay for living in a place where all
the seasons are celebrated to their fullest.
Part of the reason I love winter is the holidays it
brings.  Hanukkah and the glow of the
candles that are lit.  Christmas filled
with music and lights.  Kwanzaa and the celebration
of family and harvest.  And finally the
ringing in of the New Year. 
I will admit that this year I am less prepared for the
holidays than ever and not because I’ve failed to check things off the to-do
list.  The tree is up and there are
gingerbread houses decorated.  I have presents
bought and am getting cards ready to be sent. 
Physically, I am ready for the start of this season that I love.
Emotionally, I am not.
With every day that passes, the calendar grows closer to the
one year anniversary of my father-in-law’s passing.  I miss him. 
I miss his laughter and his support. 
I miss the certainty with which he said I could accomplish anything.  I miss the way he and my son sang songs and
played games.  I miss his shoulder and
his understanding.
And yet, the one thing I know is that he, too, loved the
holidays.  Not the shopping and the card
sending—though he loved giving gifts, he hated the worry of coming up with just
the right thing.  No, the trappings of
the holidays meant little to him.  What
he loved was spending time with his family, setting aside time to reconnect
with friends and celebrating the religious beliefs he followed.
So, while my heart hurts, I will do my best to find the
happiness and joy in each and every day of this holiday season.  When I shed tears, they will serve as a
reminder of the gift of his love that I was given.  And when my son laughs and sings, I will hear
my father-in-law in every joyous sound and smile.  I will remember.  And I will be glad.
This is the season for family and for love.  May the magic of this holiday season bring
you joy and closer in your heart to those you care for no matter how far apart
you might be.