Thursday, December 22, 2011

Winter Solstice and Yuletide Blessings

When a mistletoe hangs and holly is abundant, the colors turn to red, green, and white. A part of the world is silent and magic is practiced ever so peacefully. There are wishes and hope and cheers, our planet will soon be new again. This celebration is for Sol, the sun that will rise and fall, endlessly.

On this hemisphere, life will be short today. Along his journey across the sky, we'll see the sun linger a bit. This night will be our longest. We'll set out candles, draw a ring 'round a fire, and listen for our sun set still.

The Cimmerian season starts today. Homer described this place as "land of perpetual mist and darkness." Within this fruitful darkness, new life will eventually emerge. Let this dim light play the role of a spiritual cradle, within it, the Sun is reborn. Father Time with his sickle, bids farewell. Earth will lay dormant, it's night silent and still. Some creatures will sleep this season away. Others will rest, waiting for the slow build toward longer days.

This isn't a day reserved for Wiccan or Heathen, it is indigenous. Newgrange and Stonehenge and Woodhenge, or where ever else you may be. An Indian tribe might reserve it for dreams. In the Celt lands, a hilltop bonfire, surrounded by people hoping to keep the darkness at bay. In India, they've already beckoned the goddess of light. Rama has returned and the portal closed on the third day.

Each day will serve a little longer, light becoming a bit stronger, as we watch Sol wax and the darkness wane. 

Some will carry a tree home, fresh scents of pine and cedar, and dress him with ribbon and garland and light. Others might chant and drum until the end of the night.

Whatever your tradition may be,  let this also be a season of light. A time of year to make a simple wish, to color our homes with thistle leaves, to ring a bell at dawn, to scatter the scent of peppermint and gingerbread. Burn a yuletide log. It is the season of song and dance. A time to divulge our dreams aloud.

Sweet dreams and warm blessings.
Happy Winter Solstice.


  1. Scrolling back over your work I spied the word Cimmerian and plunged in to enjoy your song to the winter solstice. My dream that I divulge aloud is that more readers enjoy your blog this year.

    1. Hi Oldegg! I'm happy that you made your way here. This is a special time of year for my family to indulge in the season's blessings and to praise this planet.

      Cimmerian, you know, sometimes the stage is set with one single word.

      Your sweet wish is very much appreciated.

  2. Here here oldegg! I agree completely. This is beautiful. I wish I'd read it before the solstice, but I've been neglectful. : (
    It's so nice to be back in this space.

    1. Not to worry. I'm so happy to be back in pace with you. Much much love.