As the sun reaches it’s furthest point South in the sky, I’m resting myself. The long winter’s nights are as needed in these parts as the long summer days. The last few moons have found me trying to stay ahead of the inevitable arc of time, managing a major renovation of our home. At first, I was rushing to get the household items that we used and saw each day out of the work zone and into storage away from the inevitable plaster dust that engulfed the place. Next it was trying to get enough plaster ripped down so that we could see and repair the bones of this old house. After a moon cycle had passed, it was time to try to stay ahead of the rains and seal up the shell before the first frost. Since time was of the essence, several contractors came in to help with certain projects. as each was about to come, a flurry of activity would have to happen to get things ready for them and stay ahead of their work. Luckily, we didn’t step on each other’s toes too much and the dance unfolded as gracefully as it could with hammers and power tools and tool belts on.
The few days of rest that we are taking are part of a timeless tradition that dates back over hundreds of generations. Humans have celebrated the return of the sun forever, some may claim that this is part of what makes us human. The return of the Sun brings light on many levels. Enlightenment as the spiritually minded among us realize is the process of learning to dwell in love and peace, give unconditionally of our own life force and accept others with humble appreciation and respect. For the roots and tubers, the return of the Sun will inspire them to grow and stir life force within them as well. Each and every organism is responding to the season in appropriate ways, time tested and true, although for humanity our ideas about what is actually going on and why might be slightly skewed.
Our rituals are mostly shared, but each of us has a unique spin on the season. Nancy asked that I share her ritual of washing windows with all of you. Like clockwork, on or about solstice week, she washes the windows, greatly increasing the light that makes it into our home. We occasionally wash them at other times, but the impact of the washing that happens late in December is the most dramatic. I’m not sure if the light is just that much more desirable, or if it is the angle of the low Sun that makes it so wonderful, but the mid winter cleaning always inspires hope and a deep appreciation of the daylight hours that we have to enjoy.
In the darkness of Winter, we tell stories, share our love with friends and family and nest just as all creatures do. This is also the time that we spend reflecting on what has worked in our lives and what seems to hold us back from achieving our goals. I would like to take this opportunity to wish all of you the happiest Winter Solstice ever. whatever you call it, may it be filled with the joys of the season. Whether you party for a month or more and call your celebration Saturnalia like the Ancient Romans, celebrate for a shorter period and call it Christmas, or if you prefer to celebrate newer traditions like Festivus or Quaanza, let the light shine deep int your soul, appreciate with every fiber of your being the return of the Sun. The blessings that we all share at this time of the year are far beyond what any of us can imagine, enjoy!
May the peace and goodwill that we feel in this season guide your actions and insights throughout the coming year. May you also find a path to sustainability that rewards your actions one hundred fold. The seeds that we care for through the hard freeze, and plant into fertile ground have the power to sustain us through next winter’s coming cold. May the seeds you choose be healthy and strong and may your love be rewarded with reciprocation.