🎵 Still, still, still...

Wishing you joy of the season, and Merry Christmas to all who celebrate.

Seasonal spirit arrives with more full force for me some years than in others. In either case the Mormons’ big-choir voices deliver it. (The older, more classical sacred-music versions like this piece, not the made-for-TV-special ones full of glitz and overlays.)

So today’s newShrink is simply a song, what I hope is my preferred, nearly a cappella, version. (Be aware, that’s only up to about 4:20 minutes, after which it transitions to louder, more raucous medley.)

At Solstice time this always somehow points —a bit counter-intuitively — to how the light is already returning… even as we speak.

“Still, still, still (… the night is cold and chill…”)

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And, that is all I have. Talk to you soon.

🦋💙 tish

… it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give — yes or no, or maybe —
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
— William Stafford, “A Ritual to Read to Each Other”

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