The pagans saw the Winter Solstice as a time to honor what they called “The Undefeated Sun.” This is a beautiful concept living in upstate New York, it has special meaning for us here in winter. Sometimes, it is my privilege to be up and out when the sun comes and announces itself over the hills. Sometimes it creeps up, whispers its presence, sometimes it comes up with great power and drama, and says, “look at me, I am undefeated by winter.” So it was this morning when the sun came up like a fireball and intimidated my camera and flooded the world with light. There was no question who was in charge.

I want to be my own undefeated sun, I want to rise every morning and stand in my truth and in my life and refuse to be defeated and intimidated by the people who would knock me down, tear me down, discourage me with their hatred and rage. The hollow people who live in fear of tolerance and love and compassion.

Good morning sun, I announced out there in the cold with Red, I am standing with you, and I hope you are standing with me. Welcome.