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On the darkest, shortest day of her darkness we celebrate Yule
‘Midwinter’. We light our
fires with a special log, signifying the warmth of light will return.
The darkness is only 3 moons long.
We love, we honor, cleanse our homes and pass on good cheer.
Knowing she now rocks towards the light, to birth back life a new.
We rock in the waxing half of the year. Midwinter or Yule for us in the
Northern hemisphere is when the earth has rocked away from the sun.
It is the darkest time of the year. When the creatures of light
hibernate and rest. By
the light of our fires we celebrate the return of the sun. We celebrate
the earth in her cold dark form.
The dark times are a time for going within, We sit in the dark
silence and find our light within. We
are on a journey, not just round the sun. The darkest times are for slowing
down and realigning ourselves. Like
being in the dark of the womb we prepare for change.
In the womb we are attached to our mother. We are cozy and safe.
We have no other attachments or goals. We just are alive to our surroundings. The only light is
the light of our spirits nurtured by our mothers, the only music is our
rhythm for being. Birth is a
death, death is a birth. The
darkest times bring us to look upon ourselves and find we are the light
and life of creation. That;
that light we move towards is within us and helps us realize the
connection to all things are one thing, like a big pot of soup.
We swim in and out like a dream. |
