Most societies, most cultures through human history have associated some sort of celebration to solstice. For some cultures, solstice was a time to mark and fear the dark time, for some a time to mark an end to dark and to celebrate and rejoice in the coming light.
That is how I have come to think of this time of year. From this point on, the days get longer. We face 6 months of days getting longer, of more and more light.
That is what I celebrate. The coming of light. Over the next few weeks, I celebrate with family and friends and good food and wine. I celebrate endings and beginnings, old days and ways and new ones. Celebrating these things make me feel very good.
Sadly, the earth is going to take a few months to catch up. As joyous as I feel about the coming long days of light, its hard to get past the barren truths that are the coldest days of winter.
I shall knit a few more sweaters to staunch winters chill, I shall spin in front of a warm fire and mark the days till winters end. I shall fill my days with yarny things and dreams of my spring garden.