For eons, celebrations of the returning light have taken place on the Hibernal or Winter Solstice. It is a time for home, hearth, celebration, and an appreciation of life, represented by the evergreen trees whose emerald needles cradle the snow, and whose faint voices breathe into the darkest and coldest of nights, reminding us that though the earth takes pause, life remains everlasting.
Read MoreThere was a time in my life, a predominant time, where the wounds of my past ruled my present. I was afflicted with bitterness, envy, anger, pity, and even hatred, on occasion. These poor wounds, untended and unacknowledged, held me in a constant state of sadness, and sometimes held me in fear.
Read MoreIn the northern hemisphere, the dawn’s quiet glow arrives later and later, and the cool of night greets us earlier and earlier. As the calendar year draws to a close, I find myself reflecting on the liminal space between summer and winter, between light and dark.
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