Out of Darkness

 

Winter Solstice Photo 2015Happy Winter Solstice! Happy Yuletide!

This, the darkest of Nature’s days for us in the North makes Spring feel a long way off. Yet, I am glad to have some time to pause, reflect, and replenish. I want to move slowly, take my time and just be. Savour these words by John Matthews from ‘The Winter Solstice: The Sacred Traditions of Christmas’

“The Solstice is a time of quietude, of firelight, and dreaming, when seeds germinate in the cold earth, and the cold notes of church bells mingle with the chimes of icicles. Rivers are stilled and the land lies waiting beneath a coverlet of snow. We watch the cold sunlight and the bright stars, maybe go for walks in the quiet land. . . . All around us the season seems to reach a standstill a point of repose.”

I am relishing this quiet time for myself, just ahead of the coming festivities. Let Nature run wild and steal the light for a while. And in between the strong gusts, when the wind drops, notice the stillness.

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The dark wonder of this overcast and rainy day warms me and this poem aptly conveys how I feel. Enjoy this, our shortest day of light, as we lean gently back towards the sun. The light from our star may be in its shortest supply right now but its astonishing beauty is never dims.

Winter’s Cloak

This year I do not want

the dark to leave me.

I need its wrap

of silent stillness,

its cloak

of long lasting embrace.

Too much light

has pulled me away

from the chamber

of gestation.

Let the dawns

come late,

let the sunsets

arrive early,

let the evenings

extend themselves

while I lean into

the abyss of my being.

Let me lie in the cave

of my soul,

for too much light

blinds me,

steals the source

of revelation.

Let me seek solace

in the empty places

of winter’s passage,

those vast dark nights

that never fail to shelter me.

Joyce Rupp

 

There is a glow within. Be still and you may feel it. Happy Winter Solstice to you all.