Awaiting the Winter Solstice

4775e5191711e36e67afddff73838ffbI see glittering lights in white trees, tiny birds jumping between branches, dancing in the morning air. There is silence. Nothing moving, nothing stirring; no leaf, grass, or water. Only those birds, and the rain dripping from the roof.

The mist floats above the tree tops, green tops reaching into a white sky, the lake mirroring a forest and dark mountains, the trees mostly naked, waiting for the coming winter.

The world is holding it’s breath, at the entrance of winter, at the entrance of a deep darkness that will swallow everything, leaving it in a blanket of white, sleeping, resting, waiting.

The Solstice is coming, like a soft glow upon a frozen earth. A light in the darkness, people lighting their candles, flames flickering in window sills. A gathering magic, a mystical force that dips into the forest, even into the city streets. Something in us remembers, remembers the light, and in the silence, it enters our hearts.

4 Comments on Awaiting the Winter Solstice

  1. Anne Linn
    November 14, 2014 at 9:06 am (4 years ago)

    Thank you Jodi. I love reading your posts too. Your blog feels like a quiet place of rest.

  2. sarah
    November 26, 2014 at 6:32 am (4 years ago)

    what a lovely site you have here, so gentle and rich with the spirit of sacred love for our Mother. I’m very glad to have found it. Blessings.
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    • Anne Linn
      November 26, 2014 at 4:32 pm (4 years ago)

      Thank you Sarah. I took a look at your site as well, and it’s just gorgeous. I’m looking forward to exploring it more. Thanks so much for commenting.


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