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Blessed Solstice!	DaphneCh-@aol.com
	Dec 22, 2004 07:44 PST

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Essence of the Season
Winter Solstice
from Always in Season: Living in Sync with the Cycles
© Donna Henes, Urban Shaman

The sun, its back toward us, has been retreating for half
a year now. The days have shriveled to a skeleton flicker
of light. The frozen nights are endless. By the solstice,
we are left standing alone in the dark. And winter is only
just about to begin! These are dim, drab times. No flowers,
no foliage. No insects, few birds. The Earth itself is
congealed with cold. Dark death and Arctic gloom surrounds
us. How do we know that the sun, too, won't die, it’s flame
of life extinguished forever? How do we know that it won’t
just go off and leave us, abandon us to the night?

We know because it always has come back. Light is conceived
in the dark cold at the time of the Winter Solstice, making it
the most hopeful of all days. The Winter Solstice is like the
time before we were born, when we floated in the great inky
uterine void from which all is formed -- that vast black ring
around all possibility, its perimeter bulging with promise.
The sun, a mere gleam in the eye of eternity, graces us with
the smallest spark, the most tentative hint of a glow, imagined
now in the dense ambiance of its absence. And light, no matter
how tiny, equals life.

One by one, in tiny increments,
candle by candle, gesture by effort,
wish by prayer, concern by care,
we feed the life-fires of the soul
and light the infinite universe,
little by little from within.

With love and light on this darkest night of the year,

xxMama Donna

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