Serpent Mound illuminated through the efforts of the Friends of Serpent Mound |
When language was young, when even the gods and goddesses had not yet entirely taken human form but still ran with the deer in the forest, or flew with the wings of crows, or were glimpsed the depths of a numinous pool, when World was still a conversation, and poems were spoken by both bards and by trees, and our unimaginable ancestors danced and kept watch through the long, cold, dark night....... even then, long before the writing of words, but perhaps not before the telling of tales, this was a (w)holy day.
The Sun was returning to the dark and sleeping world, bringing life-giving light and warmth.
Before ever there were Christmas lights, or candles, or even torches burning olive oil, fires were lit to welcome the Shining One returning from the depths of the underworld. Stones aligned with the Sun's journey made a pathway, and food and drink and gifts were given to the young god, just born, to give him strength for the new year and his long bright journey across the skylands.
Perhaps they danced through the long cold night, and when they lit bonfires, they did so reverently and with love, knowing that they were helping him on his way, keeping vigil for him. Before ever he was called the Christ, or Osiris, or Lugh, he had other names, names lost to history that still whisper and sound sometimes sing again among the stones and circles of another time.
Happy Solstice!
I pledge allegiance
to the soil of Turtle Island,
and to the beings
who thereon dwell
one ecosystem in diversity
under the sun
With joyful
interpenetration for all.
"To go in the dark with a light
is to know the light.
is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark.
Go without sight, and find
that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings."
Go without sight, and find
that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings."
Wendell Berry
Winter Solstice inside Newgrange |
SWEET DARKNESS
When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes to recognize its own.
There you can be sure you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb tonight.
The night will give you a horizon further than you can see.
You must learn one thing:
the world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness
and the sweet confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
David Whyte
Photo by NASA |
4 comments:
This made a lot of difference for me today. I am so glad to see this posting, with its Rich poetry and thoughtfulness and of course the photos. I visit Newgrange One Summer so it was neat to see this photo tonight.
Beautiful!
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