Old and Young, I Dance

When my bones were new and my soul already old, my laundromat was a river. On Saturdays, we scrubbed grime from fabric until fingers bled clean. We smacked tough stains against stones, laid our garbs to be kissed by the sun, while the river cleansed fatigue and sweat from our flesh.

When my thoughts were young and my mind still old, the river was Gaia’s milk, her tears, her blood. On the Winter Solstice, we sat on the west side of the riverbank with the dying Sun… We faced east, waiting for the Sun to be reborn. From across the river, sunlight kissed treetops and skin.

I am far away from my river, my laundromat, her milk, her tears, her blood. My bones and thoughts are nearly as old as my soul. The Sun still dies and will again be reborn. On the Winter Solstice, I stand on the west side of my terrace with the dying Sun… I face east, waiting for the Sun to be reborn. From across the street, sunlight kisses treetops and skin. Shiny eyes soak in the new warmth, breathe in the world, smile, and close—I am dancing by the riverbank… I’m young, I am old, I’m young…

in the dark,
winter births the sun
and all life

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Stories of Yamasá, 4 (for more tales of Yamasá, follow the link to my Web Serials page).
The Twiglet #3 (“from across the room”)
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform
* If you are here for The Twiglet or The Garden, then you are already done. If not, read on…
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Tomorrow, the Northern Hemisphere welcomes the Winter Solstice. Yep, my Wicked Luvs, the baby Sun (a bunch of fantastic people) and I will be celebrating the shortest day of the year. Well, I’m actually celebrating that the days will get longer (but don’t you tell the dark I said that… I’ve heard Lady Darkness can hold a grudge). Anyhoo, I always welcome the reborn Sun with something yellow and yummy—usually an orange. But it’s freaking cold outside. So this year, I’m opting for soup.

Roasted Kabocha Soup

Ingredients:
– 1½ cups of roasted kabocha squash, cubed
– 1½ cups of water
– 1 teaspoon of coconut oil
– 2 tablespoons of pecans, crushed and roasted
– Ground cumin, dill, salt

Preparation (about 45 minutes/239 calories):
– Preheat oven to 375°F. Coat the kabocha with the coconut oil, place on a baking sheet (lined with parchment or foil). Bake until the squash is a bit browned and soft (about 28 minutes). Let the squash cool a bit, then remove the peel from the flesh. Set the (yummy crunchy) peel aside.

Add the water, cumin, dill and salt to saucepan. When it comes to a boil, add the squash. Simmer on low for 5 minutes or so. Let it cool for a bit, blend, and yum-yum!
Roasted Kabocha Squash Soup

While the squash cools a bit, chop the peel and mix with the pecan. It makes a delicious snack.
Kabocha Squash Peel and Pecans

Or, if you are feeling wild—I often do—add the mix to the soup.
Roasted Kabocha Soup with Pecan

Happiest Winter Solstice, my Luvs.

47 thoughts on “Old and Young, I Dance

  1. Ah Magaly that was so lovely. I saw it all in my mind thanks to your word painting.
    May this Solstice be as warm and soul nourishing as the Solstice of your past.
    And squash soup? Yummy! ♡♡♡

  2. I love how you mix the young and old. Like the river we are born and dying at the same time. There is a flow of young and old that you have capture at the cusp of year.

  3. Wow there is such a Christmas -ish feeling to your solstice. The waiting, anticipation, exception, new birthing.

    Oh and your sumptous offerings. Oh but Im more pumpkin than squash soup.

    Thanks anyway

    Much love…

  4. The Maiden, Mother, and Crone together in one to celebrate the Season and Time, a rememberance and a premonition. Lovely homage to the Solstice and the soup looks yummy!

  5. This is just gorgeous writing Magaly–and the life and wisdom it celebrates profound and sustaining. Thanks for welcoming the sun, in your own young-old way, and showing us the way to say thank you for the light.

  6. This turning away from the sun has a telling effect on the psyche.. but nothing that a bowl of delicious soup couldn’t cure!
    I so enjoyed the entire post, magaly.

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