In a dark time my eyes begin to see…
I have felt the heaviness of endings this year. The quiet wordless weight of this year’s winter solstice has rested upon me in the way a deep wet snow blankets the wide stoic shoulders of bare trees. But today, there on the edge of awareness, the promise remains. The apex of the solstice has already passed and the journey to balance has begun. The spring is foretold. The light returns.
I watch the long night’s transition to day as the mountain is licked by bright flames of color, heralding our slow waking.
The sun illuminates the darkened earth and we are bathed in its reflected glory and grace.
We work hard to be at ease, to lay down the heaviness of endings and celebrate the arrival of brilliant light in our lives.
The Son is now among us, carrying our load.