Midwinter Pause
This morning, my island is wrapped in a heavy grey shawl. The trees, stripped and bare, stand in their silence, listening for the first signs of sap awakening in their tiny rootlets.
Solstice begins the great Pause. For three days earth ceases her daily round. She and the Sun gaze at each other, recognizing their intimate partnership creating and sustaining new life.
May we too pause, listen for new life rising in our own depths. Bless the returning light, dear friend. Bless the returning light.