This may not seem like much, however in the southernmost united states snow is an extreme rarity. I was so fortunate to stand under an oak as the flakes fell at work. #yule and midwinter are my favourite season, and I felt that the gods blessed the lands with this amazing yet short lived flurry. Thank you #taranis and I hope that all of you are well.
Nils Oscar Kalasjulöl
Dryer than the Eriksberg Yule beer. Less fresh also. And less sweet. Less good in general. I also don't like this brewery's naming routines. They call their lager "Good Lager" and their Yule beer "Party Yule Beer". What's next, an IPA named "Rated 9.5 worldwide IPA"? 🌟🌟
photo made on Yule
Yule or Yuletide ("Yule time") was and is a festival observed by the historical Germanic peoples. Scholars have connected the celebration to the Wild Hunt, the god Odin, and the pagan Anglo-Saxon Mōdraniht. It later underwent Christianized reformulationresulting in the term Christmastide.
(skand. jól, eng.geól)
Sometimes we’re reborn through the bewildering beauty of nature’s contrast, yet scorn our own. Sometimes we’re called home by the gracious ceremony of a warrior’s rib-bone armored heart beating, but turn around because being “lost” feels more familiar. Sometimes we shave our hot pink heads, reject a few college professors, wear trash bags to make a point about the wasteful toxicity of fashion industries, study pop culture to connect with other humans, have meltdowns at the market because what the actual hell is in food anymore, pretend we’re a space-traversing astronaut when riding in a car on snowy nights even though we’re considered professionally responsible for the psychiatric development of other individuals, and contemplate life’s “real quandaries” including, but not limited to, why exactly librarians are so mean all the time. And sometimes we have our inverted realities shattered into glorious mirror-mosaic bits by the brilliance of Mother’s unconditional love shining immune testimony through the soft flesh of every kind face like sun rays through a beclouded, ever silver-lined sky.
Here’s to the maddening sometimes of every miraculous now, to trusting how each shadow serves the light, to honoring the everlasting alchemy of a home-bound heart, and above all, to being human.
Awe-inspiring capture by ecstatically ray-diant seeingstar, Lara @_andalou_