Winter Solstice Blessings 2021

In Daoist tradition, the winter solstice, dongzhi, is the time when yin has reached its peak and will recede so yang, still delicate, but certain, can emerge. Welcoming the light back to the world; honoring the natural turn of seasons, is a traditional response to this time of year all around the world. It’s reflected and symbolized in every human spiritual tradition practiced to this day. Even though we’ve got quite a while left of cold weather, now is the time to begin planting seeds for the spring. It’s a good time to set aside some quiet space amidst the celebrating to meditate, seeking in the still dark hour that tiny portal of light that is your connection, your spark to life and belonging.

In honor of my ancestors, the Scots, the Irish, the Welsh, and Italians and who knows where else, the Americans, too; also the Chinese and Japanese sages and those from India who shared their wisdom with others so that it came on its way to me, I am grateful. To those who came before me who lived their multiple faiths, as true to the bone as they could- Pagan, Christian, Daoist, Buddhist, Hindu, Celtic, or Indigenous- and who lived so that I could live, I offer this post in hopes to inspire anyone who may need it. We are all One; this year, my heart is lit up large with the idea of this.

May the end of this year be like a collection of blessings for you to carry into the new year for your health, prosperity, and happiness.

Blessed be. Amen. So be it and so it is.

Happy Solstice, Merry Christmas, Season's Greetings, Have a Cool Yule, and all that jazz!



Poems, Recipes, and Music for the Season

The Shortest Day

Susan Cooper

So the shortest day came, and the year died,

And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world

Came people singing, dancing,

To drive the dark away.

They lighted candles in the winter trees;

They hung their homes with evergreen;

They burned beseeching fires all night long

To keep the year alive,

And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake

They shouted, reveling.

Through all the frosty ages you can hear them

Echoing behind us—Listen!!

All the long echoes sing the same delight,

This shortest day,

As promise wakens in the sleeping land:

They carol, feast, give thanks,

And dearly love their friends,

And hope for peace.

And so do we, here, now,

This year and every year.

Welcome Yule!

New Year Resolve/ May Sarton