I woke this morning feeling solstice in my bones. Oh the swing away from darkling. Swing towards the light. Though hibernation will still feel apt, to move along in grace towards goals both outward and inward.
So after a spate of travel, I settle my feet back into this land with its snow, rain, slush, ice, deep skies, glaciers, bell and birds. And though the holiday season is monumentally topsy-turvy, I reach for the open spaces of empty pages, to plan, to poem, to story.
May you also find your gaze towards the light, towards the brightening horizon. May your find solstice blessings aplenty.
And while the dark still lasts, be well in mind of Wendell Berry’s wish:
To Know the Dark
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.