The Winter Solstice has finally arrived--the shortest, darkest day of the year.
It's been a tough one for a lot of folks around me. Fatigue, depression, and general weather-induced gloom...
Today, however, marks the end. Today, when Christmas lights blink on hovels and houses across the northern hemisphere, our pagan souls collectively call back the Sun, begging for light and warmth to come near to us once more.
For me the Solstice seems to bring major transformation. I feel deep and powerful alchemy taking place just below the level of my consciousness. I'm doing my best to be still, to be present, and to keep my nostrils flared for a whiff of what's cooking.
It seems I'm at a point now where I've been surrendering to the Spirit of the Universe long enough that the detrius and consequence of my earlier choices and actions are starting to wind up and leave open doorways to paths I've never even imagined. They said this would happen in the Rooms, and like most things I've learned there, words just can't quite nail the actual experience on the head.
So on this Solstice I welcome the darkness as a curtain falling on the end of an act (or perhaps just a scene). I am grateful for my life and all its curious wonders and entanglements. I'm grateful for the love I find around me, and I delight in the lights that twinkle encouragingly from the houses and shrubs all around.
Passion, beauty, and love, folks--24 hours at a time...
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