Do you hear the ancient drums throbbing inside your limbic brain?
Do you hear the cries of long-dead ancestors as they dance around the Solstice fire begging the sun to return? Please come back, please come back, please come back, they sing desperately as drumbeats meter the earth with fervent prayer.
O Solstice song deep in our limbs! Latent fear coursing through blood’s rising tide. Will Sun return? Will we shiver in frigid cold the rest of our days, slowly dying because the gods withhold their pleasure? Will darkness envelop this world of blood, death, caves, sacraments? Will we live to kill another buffalo or rhino to feed our hungry children?
O Sun, do not desert us. We will do whatever you require. Do you ask sacrifice? Why do you punish us? What have we done wrong? (We list our known grievances: I treated my wife poorly. I ate that rabbit instead of sharing it with hungry neighbors. I slapped him. I yelled. I forgot prayers.)
I failed, O Sun, I failed, and you shroud the world in darkness.
I will try to do better.
I am so sorry.
O Sun, hear this prayer.
Dance, dance, dance around the roaring sparking Solstice fire, all ye ancient ones! As the cold moves closer in, as you shiver, as the dark spreads its black wings about to obliterate everything good and known–
Just when you think it won’t return, that your prayers are worthless rubbish, that the cold will douse the last fire–it happens.
With a hush, a lull, a moment where the Holy obliges, takes His staff, waves it from His universal perch and the music of the Universe swells in absolute delight–
The sun returneth.
The sun returneth!
The Solstice light drenches the heart with joy.
Spring will come, won’t she? Summer arrive with berries, wintergreen, sweet honey, ostrich eggs! We’ll swim in the River Jordan, won’t we and grow warm and fat in the sun’s blessing.
All is well in the world, sayeth the limbic brain and we hear the glad good news how many thousands of years later as we sit in our heated homes with Christmas lights awaiting the holy-days celebrations.
In the Holy Now we look again. Evolution sang its sweet good news that the world is held–yes held–by the arms of invisible gravity and seasonal cycles and tilts of an obedient sun just when it reaches its maximum orbit at the North or South Pole. Science declares the glad good tidings that the Universe runs according to mechanical and physical laws.
The ancient footsteps around the fire entreating “save us, save us!” are no longer needed. Not only did science arrive with its patterned knowledge, we humans graduated from a punishment/reward system as the Christ consciousness illuminated our understanding.
Christ came humbly to share that something exists beyond our good and bad deeds. Belief in the Holy is what’s required, sayeth he. You are saved if ye just believe.
Believe in what? Believe in something more than slaps, kudos, bad girl, bad dog, good boy, good baby. Something more than our deeds steers the ship in stormy seas. Something more than our human conditioning. Something more than a limbic brain that begs for salvation because it’s so scared, so traumatized, so frightened.
The Old Testament with its terrible punishments and revelations springs open to an awareness of eternal innocence. An awareness of something larger than itself. This is the second coming. This is the wide-open gift of the Solstice return. It’s not something you earn. It’s given, dear one, it’s given. Science winks. Jesus nods. The One God with its many faces cycles in its labyrinth again, and we need only notice the miracle of it, the utter miracle of it.
Is there another miracle not yet seen? A miracle that may just be birthing now? A miracle you and I may glimpse in our lifetime, if we’re lucky? A miracle that can only be discovered in this very “now moment”–this right here, 12/21/2020 minute you’re in right now–as the sun tilts its angle back into our heart:
The world swims within a Universe held together by the invisible glue of love. Oh you disbelievers, I so love you. Oh you believers, I so love you. This is the place where you surrender to what IS. This is the place where you drop into the Holy knowing you’ll be caught, knowing you’re saved, knowing nothing was ever wrong except your understanding. (And even that wasn’t wrong, it was just limited, like a babe learning to crawl before standing upright on two shaky feet before sturdiness settles in.)
For everything that still seems wrong and terrible and disappearing and sad–we can rest with that, too, without closing down, without hopelessness, while simultaneously shining like a triumphant sun, warming all the closed-down places, softening, ripening, birthing, cracked open like an egg yolk in a winter sky and shouting, “HALLELUJAH!”
Day 65 of a seventy-five day journey to connect more deeply with God, Spirit, Holy, Love…to explore “What the Heart Knows” during the waning days of 2020.
A beautiful post for the occasion of celebrating the transition from darkness to light. … and thanks for your video … and I give one to you and your readers. https://youtu.be/zGTILQ7yYV4
And what a beautiful video you shared, Frank. I hope you are enjoying this Solstice day. It is snowing lightly here. Very cozy inside the house. Blessings to you and yours.
Both you and Frank often inspire me to look deeper into my soul, to search beyond the realities of this here and now, to remind me that we, and the world, are far more than what we see with our eyes. ❤️
Wow…thank you, Joanne. ❤
Wow, Frank. Just wow. ❤️
🙂 … glad you enjoyed my treat for the day.
Happy Winter Solstice – the light always returns after a period of darkness. Celebrate the good that is coming with the new year. I do believe it is actually already here if one has the eyes and heart to see it.
Deb, and a Happy Winter Solstice back to you. Feeling and knowing the good that is all around with you, right in this moment, now.
Bright Yule to you, my friend! ❤
I had forgotten the term “Yule”, Larissa. Thanks for the reminder–and Bright Yule back to your hearth as well.
We’re moving toward the light now.
We are indeed, Dawn. In fact I looked up the time it happened today–it was a little after 5 a.m EST. That was exactly the time I started writing this. Happy Solstice!
You’ve done it again, Kathy. You have given me words that I feel rather than read. What a gift your friendship is. As I begin to feel world weary and monumentally p-ed off by the actions of some people, you are here to remind me, and all who feel your words along with me, that the light will return.
Happy Solstice, dear friend. 💕
Joanne, you have no idea what a gift this was to me yesterday afternoon. I try so hard to put feeling into posts, and you see this, and affirmed that it happens for you, too. I actually quoted this comment in today’s blog post, I hope you don’t mind. You were a “spark” for me yesterday, and I so appreciate your friendship, too. So many blessings!
Thank you so much, my dear and steadfast and beautiful friend. ❤
We skied this morning into the dawn of the Winter Solstice. It really did feel Holy, Kathy.
I am picturing this now, Barb. I am feeling that holiness. Much love and gratitude for you!
Beautiful post Kathy, just love that love, makes me cry every time.
Have a good Christmas, Bright Blessing, peace and love to you all
Tilly, I love that you felt this, that you cried. Merry Christmas to you and your bright “sparks” (see today’s post) that are flying all around. Love!
Merry Christmas to you all
Looking forward to growing warm and fat in the returning sun’s blessing! Beautiful, heartfelt words, dear Kathy. I feel inspired. Thank you so much! 🌲
My fellow Solstice-lover—thank you so much! I so enjoyed writing this yesterday. It felt so real and true. And revealed much to me, at least, on the inner landscape world. Glad you were inspired.
Love this, Kathy. I’m so right in line with what you’ve said. I’m also a big fan of Pentatonix. Been watching them since they first showed up on the Sing Off competition. They are so talented.
We certainly are on the same spiritual landscape even though we’ve deviated on the political one, Lori. *smile* And I think Pentatonix are so talented, although have not listened to them a lot yet.
Not that you wanted to know this, but I’m excited to share. Pentatonix first came on the scene 9 years ago on a television competition. They were only 19 years old. I’m an acapella nerd. Love to listen to it. Here is the performance from them at the competition that won me over. Not a single musical instrument save for their voices.
What amazing talent! And they are so young here. Thank you for sharing this. You’ve brought *sparks* into a dark December night.
Chills on the Christ came paragraph followed by the Believe paragraph. The is a beautiful and inspiring post. I deeply believe that 2020 has been about individually deepening, learning and growing in Spirit to collectively birth a new day, world and age. This was a powerful Solstice.
Thank you so very much, Stacy. Writing this post taught me so much, and I was hopeful it might spark others, too. May this belief be so true–that our deep collective learning can birth something new. May dark days make way for the light of Christ consciousness everywhere…
It can’t be earned. It is freely given. That’s what speaks to me. XOXO
Isn’t that utterly awe inspiring? That it’s not our works. It’s our being that shines in/with the Holy. It’s a lesson I keep learning because our cultural conditioning runs so deep that we’re the ones that have to do it all. When it’s really a free-fall into faith, I believe. xoxo