When I got back home, I made my morning prayers and offered this season’s first walnut muffin, which I baked yesterday night: half was to given to Saturn for Saturnalia, half to Ingui-Frey for His birthday. Now there’s a bread to bake, a ritus panis to perform and a bike ride to take. Because it’s sunny and, though cold, for me a solstice calls for sweat and smiles.
If you celebrate it, may your midwinter festivity be rewarding and full of light. Happy solstice, everyone!