Contemplating the Darkness
Morning dawned reluctantly today, with a weak and watery light that was barely able to lift the heavy darkness of the night. And I know, even as that thin light filters down through the bare branches, that this fragile day will swiftly give way to another inky night — the longest night of the whole year.
This has been one of the darkest years I have known: a year filled to the brim with grief and mystery, sweetness and loss. But here I am — here we all are — and even as the shadows close in, an unseen shift is taking place. Tomorrow’s dawning light will be a tiny bit stronger, invading the darkness more brightly, stretching longer than it did today. The days will steadily grow lighter and longer, slowly warming the frozen earth and tenderly waking the slumbering trees.
It has always been so. Though we cannot escape the darkness or the cold, neither will we remain forever apart from the warmth and brightness of the coming light.
Happy solstice, my friends.