Dear ones, those of us rooted in the north now notice the low sun dipping ever more to the south, day by day inching toward the horizon. Perhaps you at the so called top of the world are already plunged into darkness.
Grandmother Cottonwood low winter sunlight
Once again we have faith and we know as the ancient ones knew that our sun, the life giving sun, will soon be reborn and with its resurgence will come spring – new life – and summer once again when all growing things rejoice in life itself!
For now, during the darker time, the short days, gather in, rest, sit snug by the fire. Go inward and make plans. Cease your endless striving for a time. Under the frozen ground life is whispering, renewing itself. It will return in its own true time.
Now at the solstice it is time to rest, renew and rejoice in the cycles of life and death, light and dark, rest and action. You too are attuned to these primal rhythms.
You are light. You are dark. You are sunshine and shadow. Embrace the whole of you, the whole of all of life.