Dear, Steadfast and Noble Children of the Earth,

Winter Solstice is here! Deck the halls and prepare to celebrate the birth of the Sun.  Here in the Northern Hemisphere, we can’t help but notice that the nights are getting longer and the days shorter.  On Winter Solstice, we experience the longest night.  The next day, our Sun rises a little earlier and days begin to lengthen.

Our ancestors have celebrated this wondrous event ever since there have been people to celebrate. It is a Sacred time, a time set apart, to come into relationship with the Divine. The blessing of Solstice is this:  that no matter how dark things seem to be,  we can trust that the light will return.

What is more Divine than showing your love and appreciation for your family and friends?  What is God, what is it that holds this Universe together, if not Love?  What brings light into our hearts more surely than Love?

All the parties and gift-giving we experience have an ancient and profound root: Life– the growing, creative, healthy part of Life– is made by sharing Love.

In this time of crazy uncertainties… in this time of things we thought we could count on suddenly changing or disappearing… we can all take comfort in the existence of Love.  It might not look like what we thought it should look like,  it might not be the way we wanted it to come into our lives,  but if we can get over our own fears long enough to look around, we’ll find it as surely as we find the Sun.

Nelson Mandela said, “It always seems impossible until it’s done.”  Let’s create life and heal the world by giving our light, our love, to those right next to us.

Happy Solstice all you beautiful children,

Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
Then with cracked hands that ached
From labor in the weekday weather made
Banked fires blaze.  No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
And polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?

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