I know we are still days away from the Winter Solstice, but this weekend, we had our annual Winter Solstice Hatha Yoga Retreat, always held the first weekend of December.
For me, this time of year is an opportunity to seek light, a time to put up Christmas lights and light candles in the early evenings. I also see this as a time to surround myself with light, with people of light and radiance. I did just that this weekend with the lovely retreat participants! The early evenings and long nights leading to the winter solstice give ample time for restorative yoga by candlelight, time to contemplate, rest, reflect, and renew.
Here is a passage I found on line explaining the significance of the Winter Solstice:
Embrace the return of light.
Winter solstice marks the shortest day and longest night of the year, when the sun is at its lowest arc in the sky. The word solstice is derived from the Latin word solstitium—sol meaning sun and –stitium meaning stoppage. One ancient definition of solstice is “standing still sun.” Because the earth is tilted on its axis, the northern hemisphere leans farthest away from the sun during the winter solstice (on December 21 or 22), resulting in a long, dark night.
The winter solstice has carried strong symbolism for many, many years. Some refer to solstice as the rebirth of the sun—and not coincidentally Christmas celebrates the birth of the Son. Ancient cultures feared the light of the sun would not return unless they performed vigils and rituals on the solstice.
Solstice can be a magical, contemplative time—a night of spiritual reconnection and ritual. While solstice may not have gained the notoriety of Christmas, Hanukah, or Kwanza, many people celebrate it as a deeply meaningful holiday—a time to celebrate renewal, rebirth, and gratitude for the coming light.
During the weekend retreats, we often do shared readings. The theme this weekend was winter solstice and I love what the retreat participants shared. Below is some of what was shared:
“Did you rise this morning
broken and hung over
with weariness and pain
and rage, tattered from waving too long in a brutal wind?
Get up, child.
Pull your bones upright.
Gather your skin and muscle into a patch of sun.
Draw breath deep into your lungs;
you will need it
for another day calls to you.
I know you ache.
I know you wish the work were done
and you
with everyone you have ever loved
were on a distant shore
safe, and unafraid.
But remember this,
tired as you are:
you are not alone.
Here
and here
and here also
there are others weeping
and rising
and gathering their courage.
You belong to them
and they to you,
and together
we will break through
and bend the arc of justice
all the way down
into our lives.”– Audette Fulbright Fulson
I found the following poem by Maureen Edden:
The Shortest Day
it is night when I get up each morn
I have hardly made it to the noon
before blue shadows cross the lawn
and I am looking at the moon
The following Turkish Proverb was shared:
Good people are like candles; they burn themselves up to give others light.”
And here is a good reflective poem by William Stafford:
A Ritual to Read to Each Other
If you don’t know the kind of person I amand I don’t know the kind of person you area pattern that others made may prevail in theworldand following the wrong god home we may missour star.For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,a shrug that lets the fragile sequence breaksending with shouts the horrible errors ofchildhoodstorming out to play through the broken dike.And as elephants parade holding eachelephant’s tail,but if one wanders the circus won’t find thepark,I call it cruel and maybe the root of all crueltyto know what occurs but not recognize the fact.And so I appeal to a voice, to somethingshadowy,a remote important region in all who talk:though we could fool each other, we shouldconsider—lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in thedark.For it is important that awake people be awake,or a breaking line may discourage them back tosleep;the signals we give — yes or no, or maybe —should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
On a nightwhen the moon shines as brightly as this,the unspoken thoughtsof even the most discreet heart might be seen.(Izumi Shikibu 10th-11th century)All night I could not sleepBecause of the moonlight on my bedI kept on hearing a voice calling:Out of Nowhere, Nothing answered, “yes.”(Tzu Yeh 3rd-6th Century)
Lucky us…Jerry gifted all of us with her freshly pressed apple juice from her apple orchard. So GOOD!!!! Stay healthy and hydrated, readers! And get out there and look at the super moon tonight!
BEAUTIFUL ! THANK YOU FRAN,SENDING YOU LOTS OF LOVE AND A HAPPY AND HEALTHY 2018.