Lest you all think I’m dead, I’m just on hiatus because of my wrist. I get the splint bandage off on Friday and will be pounding on my keyboard once again. Damn hard to do anything with only your non-dominant hand.
I needed to write this post, if only to remind myself. This is the Season of Light, no matter the name or method you celebrate. A time when it shines through the darkest hour. It begins with the Solstice, the shortest day of the year, that scared the sh*t out of ancient people. They believed the world was ending. Symbolically, it represents our own personal “dark night of the soul”, when we mistakenly believe we are at the end. Perhaps it may be your time, but it is often when we’ve hit the bottom. It’s a long, dark night. And then, the sun rises and light returns.
This season represents birth in many belief systems. Again symbolically, it is we who experience rebirth, rising out of the long, dark night. You see, the Light never, ever leaves us and it is always more powerful than the dark.
As you celebrate this season, always look for the Light within all. Namaste.