The Longest Night

Yesterday was the Solstice – the longest night of the year – the final night on which the moon holds sway fully. From here on things will become light again. Brighter.

And yet the dark ages, which will continue for at least another six weeks before we really start noticing the difference, are a time of introspection. We close in on ourselves, don’t we, when the darkness comes. We stop walking the dog after work if we live in the country. There are no streetlights in the lanes to light the way, and it becomes very very dark after sundown. The puddles of light from neighbours’ front doors don’t travel far. The shadows enfold you, hold you close as twigs snap behind the garden wall. Wings rustle above you and the wind makes the trees creak all around.

Today’s photos aren’t from last night; they’re from Bonfire Night – November 5. The remembrance of Guy Fawkes and his participation in the attempt to blow up the Houses of Parliament. However, these pictures work for the Solstice as well, as they encourage warmth, celebration and the return of light to our world.

The fires make me think of a Pagan rite. My mind casts back to Stonehenge, which was oriented around the Winter Solstice.

To mark the passing of the longest night and the return of the sun.

In the spirit of celebration.

To encourage the sun.

May we all live in the light, find beauty and peace in the darkness, and move forward hand-in-hand with joy.

 

Blessed Solstice and Happy Christmas.