I can imagine the reverence, the joyous emotion of the ancient pagan people on this day, the shortest day of the year- the day they greeted the returning sun. Each day following this will be a bit longer, hearts will be a bit lighter; slowly, slowly... the darkness lifts and light comes again to the earth. Can you feel it? The vibration, the barely perceptible thrumming of sleeping seeds as they prepare to awaken... in time...
Come the dawn, come the call
Come, the beating air
Chill the night, soldier light
We'll be dancing there
And rise up, rise up
Day stretching weary wings
Come the day, come the dawn
Somewhere it lays
Know my heart, know my life
Forget everything
Come the day, thief of the night
Lifts its voice to sing
Now rise up, rise up
Ever victorious
Know the time, know the light
Comes the sun again
Now rise up, rise up
Ever victorious
Know the time, know the light
Comes the sun again
- Thea Gilmore
Sadly, I won't get to see the lunar eclipse, since it's snowing here; so, I tried to make my own, using Photoshop! Oh, well... only another 94 years until the next time the lunar eclipse coincides with winter solstice...
Have a blessed Solstice, everyone...
