A couple of days ago I managed a short walk in the snow, a must-do activity, even though I’m still nursing a badly sprained ankle (a first!). The neighbours’ houses are still well lit up for the festive season. Last year I noticed that many more people were taking the time to decorate, and clearly have done so again this year. On one street every house is beautifully adorned, undoubtedly the result of a shared initiative to spread an extra light-filled message of cheer during these difficult times.
Before the Winter Solstice, I find that the magic of lights fills me with excitement and joy, and afterwards with a distinct feeling of appreciation and peace. It would be easy to say that the thrill of the holidays that I experienced as a child was simply still with me. I’m happy to say that it is, but isn’t it amazing that we actually feel, and know, so much more?
I’ve been pondering the innate knowledge we have that the return of light brings warmth, food, and much needed energy to our minds, spirits, and bodies. What wonderful common ground such deep understanding can gift us with – wherever, whenever, and however we experience the light.
I love the photo I’ve included in this post, taken during a Christmas visit with family in Southern California. Happy New Year everyone!
Brigid's Creel 