No one but me by the fire,
my hands burning
red in the palms while
the night wind carries
everything away outside.
my hands burning
red in the palms while
the night wind carries
everything away outside.
All this petty worry
while the great cloak
of the sky grows dark
and intense
round every living thing.
while the great cloak
of the sky grows dark
and intense
round every living thing.
What is precious
inside us does not
care to be known
by the mind
in ways that diminish
its presence.
inside us does not
care to be known
by the mind
in ways that diminish
its presence.
What we strive for
in perfection
is not what turns us
into the lit angel
we desire,
what disturbs
and then nourishes
has everything
we need.
in perfection
is not what turns us
into the lit angel
we desire,
what disturbs
and then nourishes
has everything
we need.
What we hate
in ourselves
is what we cannot know
in ourselves but
what is true to the pattern
does not need
to be explained.
in ourselves
is what we cannot know
in ourselves but
what is true to the pattern
does not need
to be explained.
Inside everyone
is a great shout of joy
waiting to be born.
Even with the summer
so far off
I feel it grown in me
now and ready
to arrive in the world.
is a great shout of joy
waiting to be born.
Even with the summer
so far off
I feel it grown in me
now and ready
to arrive in the world.
All those years
listening to those
who had
nothing to say.
All those years
forgetting
how everything
has its own voice
to make
itself heard.
All those years
forgetting
how easily
you can belong
to everything
simply by listening.
listening to those
who had
nothing to say.
All those years
forgetting
how everything
has its own voice
to make
itself heard.
All those years
forgetting
how easily
you can belong
to everything
simply by listening.
And the slow
difficulty
of remembering
how everything
is born from
an opposite
and miraculous
otherness.
Silence and winter
has led me to that
otherness.
difficulty
of remembering
how everything
is born from
an opposite
and miraculous
otherness.
Silence and winter
has led me to that
otherness.
So let this winter
of listening
be enough
for the new life
I must call my own.
of listening
be enough
for the new life
I must call my own.
From the most Ancient Days our ancestors have gathered at Solstice to witness the rebirth of the unconquerable Sun at first light. Moving from its long gestation to triumph over the darkness, the divine light gathers strength to bring new hope, peace and joy, whispering life’s secrets into awakening dormant seeds, with the warmth of love and the mysteries of the spirit.
We rekindle the turning of the year from its dark coals, to guide and sustain us as we journey through the coldest times, honoring the rebirth of the inner light within ourselves.
Let's Rejoice, Celebrate, Bless the Children and Sing Songs to our Beloved Sun...
Sat. Dec. 17 5:00-7:00pm
Bring hot beverages, party pupus, instruments and warm clothes.
We'll provide the fire.
PS. We'll be hanging homemade prayer flags (approx. 6"X6") along the garden fence. Joan and Nicholas gave us some blank ones to decorate at our last reunion. Don't forget to bring them.
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