Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Scrap That Poetry: Mistletoe/Winter Solstice

They were *perfect* for scrapping our Winter Solstice Night.
Pattern Paper is My Mind's Eye Holly Jolly: Ornamental
Lace is from my Auction Box collection.
Gem is unknown... a well placed afterthought. It was sitting on my desk so I added it on.
I wanted this to be embellishment 'lite', to not take away from the solemnity of the event.
All Journaling was highlighted by scrunching it up, flattening it out then working with yellow, then peach, then rust ink rubbing it lightly over the crinkled paper to make it look like soft fire.I didn't crinkle the title but it's shaded with the same ink, the same way.
Yellow ink was rubbed around the edges of the layout and in some of the white areas to warm it up.
The photos are also 'matted' with rust ink rubbed right on the background paper.

Winter Solstice December 21st 2010

We have a Huge feast with no electrical light, only candlelight...
As the sun set we blew out all the candles and a had a few moments to reflect each, alone, in the dark on the darkest night of the year. Then Greg lit one candle and read the poem. We passed the one candle around and each made a wish for the year ahead then used it to light the Yule Log, this being a cake for us. Then each taking another candle we relit the rest of the candles from the one light. Guests each took a candle home to light their own homes with the shared light.

Between Darkness and Light

by John Matthews

It is within the darkness and the silence

That the magic of Christmas starts;

Somewhere between the glimmer of lights

And the first breathless moment

When children come
Stumbling like new-born angels

Into morning light.

Within the darkness and the silence

We sit, watching wonder

Evolve into form; where we
Enter the ringing silence

In which the first bells of Christmas

Sound the music of the soul;

Where the morning joy begins

With a single carol
To a half-forgotten tune.

It is here, between the darkness

And the light,

That we wait, uncertain,
Seeking the moment

That challenges us to believe

In a freshly minted miracle

Born every Christmas Day.

From The Winter Solstice

Quest 1998

I've also decided to share this over at Sir Stampalot for the
January Challenge: A Winters Tale.
The stories and poems we shared that night by candlelight... that was what I thought of when I saw the topic.
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