Solstice Inspiration

12/21/22

Contrast.

It's what poets love and photographers seek in every frame - the interplay of darkness and light.

Paradox.

Such magic is also the passion of priests and shamans, medicine women, artists and mystics.

Tonight, after the longest night, we begin to tip back toward the light. It seems too early for it. Late December seems like a time when we would enter even more darkness heading into the gray of January.

But that's the grace of winter light; While the weather may get drearier, the light returns. It's always ahead of us, disappearing when we need to reflect among the radiant autumn leaves, reilluminating while we are deep within.

Like the woman who rose and turned on the lamps while her family slept, making coffee in a twilight kitchen.

Or the farmer working the fields before sunrise to feed his people and a "world gone crazy."

The light works ahead of us, beckoning, double-stitching the seam we haven't torn yet, waking us a bit from a dream in which we think we heard someone speak our name...

Blessed Winter Solstice