There’s always been an ancient belief that since the winter solstice is the shortest day of the year and the night is the longest — the boundaries between worlds are the thinnest and you can communicate easier with those unseen forces.

Obviously, this is not me talking. But Brother.

Have I mentioned lately just how handy he is? Especially when suffering from a writer’s block.

I’ll be spending my Solstice evening in the sweat lodge … Can’t imagine a more perfect place for me to be tonight.

Winter Solstice is all about an extreme place of being. Go with it.