Pippin Solstice
The winter solstice was today at 5:22. The cycle has shifted from increasing yin to increasing yang, and shifts back at the summer solstice. The height of winter is where summer is born. The height of summer is where winter is born. Without winter, summer has no meaning. Without summer, winter would need no name. The two endlessly dance in their cycle, indifferent to the humans that celebrate or denigrate them.
Oh, and "Pippin Solstice" is my generic holiday greeting for anyone who is offended by "Happy Holidays." :^D After all, so many people are miserable, it's no wonder the word "happy" is offensive, and "holiday" comes from "holy day" and no one wants to imply that one day is more sacred than another. No one actually seems to know what "merry" means any more, so it might as well be replaced with "Pippin."
Queue:
holidays
2 comments:
Eh.
That one didn't register for a minute.
Initially, I though pippin was some copasetic word I didn't know.
Alas.
(:
:^D Yes, that one does require at least vague familiarity with Tolkien. Though it actually is listed at dictionary.com:
pip·pin (pĭp'ĭn) n.
1. Any of several varieties of apple.
2. The seed of a fleshy fruit; a pip.
3. Informal A person or thing that is admired.
The third one actually fits my usage. How odd.
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