Bright, brighter

Brighter, still.

We are making our way towards the Winter solstice; turning our faces back towards the light.

I have written about the solstice and how much it means to me in my first and second books, and in my wee in-between collaborative book , and it looks like I’ll be mentioning it a little in book three too.

I guess maybe I’m into what I’m into, or perhaps there is something in this particular cusp point that I haven’t quite got to grips with just yet, might never.

The Oak King and the Holly King are about to battle, and, all being well, the Oak King will win. The language around this Celtic tale is tricky for me, my christmases as a child and well into adulthood were hugely impacted on by