I was born on winter solstice, the darkest day of the year. The short days of winter aren’t so bad while everyone has their Christmas lights up and evenings are filled with events that warm body and spirit. But when the new year arrives with quiet evenings and cold temperatures, the short days become more difficult to bear.
Monday I noticed the light is beginning to change . The sky was a pastel palette of pink and orange and baby blue all blending into one another as I drove south on 280 at dinner time.
My spirit responded in humble praise:
Thank you for the light returning.
Every week the lightness of my soul,
lifted,
carried,
A little bit longer.