The Dark and the Light: A Winter Solstice Reflection

The Winter Solstice almost always has me thinking and remembering about darkness, our fear of it, but also how we wrestle with that fear as well. 

I remember this clearing I used to lay in when I was a kid, face down, soaking in the deep, rich smell of the earth.  Just about every time I hear the work “grounding”, I remember that smell.   I takes me back to a time of wonder and exploration, before being drowned out in the worries of adult life.  Today, I hold that memory with reverence.

We know instinctively, as an ancestral memory, the fundamental position of “the dark” in our hearts and souls not as devil as some might think at first, but as our mothers womb, as the coziness of a bedtime story, as the lovers deep dance of intimacy, and the gestation of seeds in rich soil.