Friday, December 23, 2016
Happy Winter Solstice!
The year has turned, the shortest day is past.
I know what you're thinking - "Of course it did - it always has and will until the sun goes away."
Ah, but that's logical.
The anxieties that drive my tumbling world are not based in logic.
They're based in loss and darkness, uncertainty and fear.
Despite what my head tells me, there is a part of my soul that is afraid the days will continue to get shorter and shorter until the day when the light never comes at all (probably a good thing I don't live anywhere near the poles, where this is true!), and is convinced that when the light leaves, it won't come back.
Knowing that yesterday was the shortest day of the year, that today the sun will hang around for a whole minute longer, made a difference.
Light in the darkness, hope in the night. The cycle begins anew, and my soul is comforted. So what if the greater part of winter still lies ahead? As unlikely as it seems in these dark days, Spring will surely come.
Which brings me to wonder, what were those guys who made up the calendar thinking? The world just turned - why do we wait another ten days or so to declare it a new year? What's the significance of having the year turn the week after Christmas? I know their astronomy skills were up to par, so that's not it. (Not that this is the first time I've decided the 'theys' who decided something important are wrong.)
Happy Winter's Solstice Day!