Solstice

shadow profile

On Wednesday I had the privilege of watching the almost-solstice sunset from the air.  This was my profile in the shadow of that sunset.

This is the holiest day of the year for me.  For the last week or two I’ve felt it coming, felt the awareness of the fulcrum we’re perched on more keenly than I can articulate.

One morning this past week, up early, I saw the year’s last full moon hanging low in the sky, heavy, striated with faint yellow, looking so close and so far away at the same time.  I watched the swollen moon as it passed towards the horizon, from the world we can see to that we can’t, and felt a tightness in my chest that reminded me: yes, this is solstice season.

Just this week, talking about the solstice, I told Grace and Whit about an experience I had many years ago on December 21.  It was dusk, and I was watching the sun go down.  I observed as the light at the horizon narrowed from a wide, almost spiky band of luminous pink to a narrower line, burning a fierce orange color.  All of a sudden, I was overcome with a sensation I hadn’t felt before and haven’t since.  I could sense my grandmothers, Susie, and Mr. Valhouli standing just over the edge of the horizon.  I couldn’t see them, of course, but I was aware of them, hands over their heads, waiting to receive the sun as it slipped from the bowl of our sky into that of theirs.

There’s something pagan and primitive about this day, a bone-deep awareness that the world turns in an enormous galaxy.  More than any other time of year, I’m reminded of our tiny place in the grand pageant of this universe.  Something ancient and essential beats in my body like a heartbeat on the solstice, an ancient message about the inextricability of and interplay between light and dark.

It is so dark right now, but there is also so much light.  This day reminds me of that.

 


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9 Comments

  1. Posted December 21, 2013 at 7:31 am | Permalink

    I love that last bit, the darkness and the light, perfect galactic shimmer. Hoping the Christmas Eve snowfall forecast plays out, so that find that spiritual lightness that comes with natural beauty and squealing, happy kids. xo

  2. Posted December 21, 2013 at 8:15 am | Permalink

    I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed in reading your solstice post. I hope you enjoy this special day, and the night, of course.

  3. Posted December 21, 2013 at 10:41 am | Permalink

    I haven’t really honored the solstice in the past, but today it feels so important, so magical. Namaste, friend.

  4. Posted December 21, 2013 at 4:25 pm | Permalink

    I love this so much! Such beautiful, poetic words. Thank you!

  5. Posted December 21, 2013 at 9:52 pm | Permalink

    Beautiful! The short days tend to make me flat and depressed…especially when life happens to be handing me a lot of “stuff.” But your post has encouraged me to look at these dark days from a different perspective. I need to see the bigger picture, not just what is right in front of my nose;) Thanks for this.

  6. Posted December 22, 2013 at 8:21 am | Permalink

    Beautiful, Lindsey. xoxo

  7. Posted December 24, 2013 at 8:36 am | Permalink

    I, too, love the solstice for its light and dark and powerful shadows. Brian and I were married on December 21 after the sun went down, on the longest night of the year. I don’t think I appreciated the weight of it 17 years ago, but I think I’m waking up to it now. Thank you for your reflections. They’re beautiful.

  8. Posted January 1, 2014 at 3:49 pm | Permalink

    So pagen and primitive. YES. Isn’t that why it’s so wonderful. It’s completely without ties to this world and it belongs still to that other, spirit world.

  9. Sarah
    Posted January 23, 2014 at 4:26 am | Permalink

    Wow, my son was born on 12/21 and we named him Lucas Duwayne. Lucas was just a name his Dad and I could agree on and Duwayne after his late paternal grandfather. “Lucas” means “bearer of light” and “Duwayne” means “little dark one”. I didn’t know about the contrast in meanings until after he was born. Just now reading your article really amazes me of this accidental perfection. Thank you.

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    This gives me goosebumps!