Blessed Solstice

Stars burn bright in the indigo night where the wheel of time rolls onward.







Pre-Dawn, Winter Solstice in Malvern

Time is a hard illusion, even on winter solstice, the darkest day of the year. Today, the Lord of Night celebrates his zenith. And, look! He takes care to invite his golden brother to the banquet, because he knows his days are numbered. He knows that the Lord of Light, feeble, nearly spent, begins his ascendancy this day. Today, the wheel turns, the pendulum swings, and the light grows slightly brighter. The days will grow longer, the Dark Lord will grow weaker, and his brother will pass him on the wheel, carried upward. And, six months from now, it will be he who comes, weak, and nearly spent to his brother’s banquet. To rise.

So, as you hustle and bustle, regardless of your beliefs, I counsel you to stop. Even as you count up all the things of life you must attend to. Even as you hold your patience like the first egg of the next season. Even as dusk comes too damned early. Even as the indifferent wheel keeps turning. Stop. Look up. The sky is dark. The stars are bright. And, for this moment, time pauses.

But, only for a moment, before the universe rolls on.

Blessings to you and yours.