How can a whole year have passed so quickly? A turbulent, wind-tossed year fraught with angst and calm, of love and hate, of fun and pain, of joy and sadness, and for some, total devastation---as if in the blink of an eye, it has passed like a creek flowing under a bridge. Sometimes raging as though from a deluge in a storm, other times slowing to a trickle as in a drought. Life in this human form is a strange thing indeed.
I must fess up to not feeling the least bit jolly this particular year. Too many catastrophes world-wide that are wrapped around my mind like a heavy, wet wool blanket on a hot, humid day. I feel the urgency of time running out, and yet it mires me in place, rather than spurring me into movement and action.
Winter Solstice is only a couple of days away, a time when the light of the day will begin to increase slowly again each day. Yet I have drawn inward, and need longer than just a few days to begin stretching for the light again. I am comforted by the shorter, darker Winter days right now, although I have felt the shorter days weigh heavy at the beginning of the time change this year.
I chose not to put up our traditional big Christmas tree this year. Saving those spurts of energy for some baking and sewing. I am enjoying those two things the most this Season.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.