Breathe deeply. The time is almost here. We stayed out in the sun’s full light and knew that the days would shorten and the time for quiet and rest would be ticking down to the day that soon will be.
We’ve waited through the first harvest, as wheat and grain were cut and the grain lord nourished and filed our bellies. We’ve waited through the second harvest and the last of the root and sacrifice of the animal gave promise that we would survive the increasing darkness ahead.
We called to the ancestors and stood at death’s gate seeking the way and offering up plates of food and drink to those beloveds long past. The veils parted and their gossamer form billowed out in the chill of purposeful winds. And, the cry of the banshee cut sharp and strong like shards of ice.
We settled in deeply to hearth and friends and family. Each providing a warmth of their own and each demanding its own space of sacrifice and offering. We turned within, contemplative and reflecting on a light that we sought as external source. And, still the darkness came, minute by minute, day by day.
Soon we will stand in the night, long and cold hoping for light that will grow minute by minute, day by day. Soon we will wake up and the morning’s sun will illuminate the darkness and the gift of the Solstice will fill our hearts…