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I find myself counting down the days at this time of year.
Not in anticipation of the end of the pandemic, the New Year, or in the hopes of getting “the perfect gift” driven by consumerism.
Though I have lived in this region for almost 20 years, it is not the gray or rain that overwhelms me, but the dark.
That third week in December that augurs the Winter Solstice, and thus the darkest day of the year, marks the nadir of my energy, my focus and even my broader perspective on life and the world.
I do not clinically suffer from SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), but I am acutely aware of the dra...
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