It has again got to the time when the days are drawing in here, so we put up the solstice lights in the window yesterday, as well as the sparkly artificial tree, and hung the shiny coloured balls on it and the dead witch hazel stuck in a lamp in the corner.
I appreciate such seasonal celebrations, as I think they are generally good for the spirit, responding to changes in Nature. Last year we kept the lights up till into February at least, because it certainly isn’t getting light by the end of the “Holiday Season”! I’ll be getting out the daylight lamp as well, to augment our dose of elusive sunshine. I do think that bare trees have a beauty of their own, and the night sky an added clarity, and I will look out for Orion and Sirius, like old friends from childhood. The Full Moons will be slung high and looking small, as they always do in Winter.
This is also a time I tend to look back on the past year, and this one saw a good deal of banishing, as well as significant affirmation. I left behind some things that had been in my life for a good deal of time, and embarked on new directions spiritually. I’m still learning, but I’m glad of what I’m learning.
The year, astonishingly, began and ended with attacks on Paris inspired by absolutist, anti-life ideology. At the beginning of the year it was a shock. Towards the end, it was just grim. Religion and politics seem to remain our favourite flavour of madness. Which just makes every individual, creative, freely straying life that much more vital.
I don’t suggest we put flowers in the barrels of guns, but I do suggest we enjoy everything we have and can create to the full, everything we can share, express and love. Whereas everything that terror flows from is just frustration and impotence.
Love isn’t so much the answer, as consummation, and the promise of life.