As Winter Solstice embraces the northern hemisphere in the darkest night, may we remember that a seed germinates in the absence of light.
Let the darkness nurture your dreams, and as the light grows, may they sprout wings.
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The Brink of Night
Between the dark and light
Time’s heartbeat stops.
Peace spreads her wings
Beside the talons of doom.
They dance their yin-yang courtship,
Weaving chaos and order,
Companions in the unfolding
This is the space between the breath,
The place where exhale turns to inhale.
This is the deep dive of the unknown,
The risk taken for fate unshown.
Time’s rhythm grows in the quiet.
Life rests, but does not sleep.
As balance spins its pirouette,
Might grows out of dreams.
Original writing by Katrina Ariel.
We have snow where I live. The lake is frozen. The sun goes down at 4:30 in the afternoon.
Nature is telling us to rest. To take it easy. Which isn’t at all easy, considering life doesn’t stop. There are still meals to fix, dishes to be done, the relentlessness of life to deal with.
But I love cozying up to the wood stove, or spending hours on the couch in a good book. I hope wherever you are in the world, that you’re finding ways to enjoy this time of year.
Solstice blessings to you and your kin.