The December solstice is a holy day for me. I celebrate the shortest day of the year. I choose to view the extended exterior darkness as a time of brighter interior light. The short days and long nights invite soul searching and reflection. We hunker down, and layer up until we slowly emerge energized and healed.
There is something mystical and deeply spiritual about the gradual return of light as day gains on night.
I do not begrudge winter...I embrace it. The season's deep freezes and the world whitewashed invite dormancy and quiescence until the sun once again ascends high in the sky to warm and thaw and awaken. The cycle of life as evidenced by the change in seasons fills me with comfort and awe. When my eyes are open, I witness miracle after miracle. These natural revelations then open my heart. They open my heart wide only to break it as I once again feel time fleeting. It is sad, but true because the world is such a beautiful place and life is so short.