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This year —  more than any recent year — I so need this soul-stice time of reflection and renewal. Much is still churning within me… fermenting, grieving, questioning, finding new paths.  

Like Joyce Rupp in her poem Winters Cloak, “This year I do not want the dark to leave me.” I too need its soft deep cocoon, wrapping me with the energy and love of Mama Earth. 

And so I will cling to these dark nights until I am ready to let the light of Father Sun ignite me slowly, and brighten my inner light which has struggled to shine at times this year. But I will shine, I will find my way. 

Winters cloak, by Joyce Rupp

This year I do not want the dark to leave me.
I need its wrap of silent stillness.
Its cloak of long lasting embrace.
Too much light has pulled me away from the chamber of gestation.
Let the dawns come late, let the sunsets arrive early.
Let the evenings extend themselves while I lean into the abyss of my being.
Let me lie in the cave of my soul, for too much light blinds me,
Steals the source of revelation.
Let me seek solace in the empty places of winter’s passage,
Those vast dark nights, that never fail to shelter me.

May you find solace in the cloak of winter and, when ready, gently embrace the light.

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