And so the shortest day came and the year died,...
They lighted candles in the winter trees,...
They shouted, revelling
They ..."sing", feast and give thanks,
and dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace. (Exerpt from the Shortest Day by Susan Cooper.)
And so too did we on this precious shortest day. Ten of us gathered in the yurt, we began in darkness making friends with this quality in our lives, we celebrated birth and the spiritual feminine and we danced a version of the Ancient Abbots Bromley Horn Dance. We honored the turning of the wheel yet again into the increasing light. We celebrated joy.
Winter Blessing were sent to everyone all around the globe,
Rosemary
No comments:
Post a Comment