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Winter Solstice – Darkness into Light
Winter Solstice, December 21, 2013 marks the one year anniversary of the passing of my step-son, Ben. There is something final about this year – for this year is one of firsts – the first Christmas, Easter, birthday, Father’s Day …without him. It is like we have been holding our breaths for a whole year.. We have lived through a Year of Darkness and our family has been changed forever.
And so now we enter once again that sacred, silent time of year that beckons us to be still and to dive beneath the waters of our everyday existence, and touch the murky underpinnings of our grief that we shove below the surface of our day -to-day existence. This grief, which seems to have a life of its own, as it ebbs and flows and sometimes threatens to drown us. We are forced to face the reality – he’s not just locked away somewhere, he really is gone, locked away in our forever memories.
Our family gathered to celebrate the Solstice and to find solace in those collective memories. We lit the bonfire and thanked the Ancient Ones for allowing us to gather again. And then we took a spark from that fire and brought it indoors. One by one, from the youngest on, we lit a tealight from that Sacred Fire and placed it around the ashes of our loved one. When we were all in a circle, we remembered with laughter, tears and joy, the
Son/Brother/Father/Grandfather who was/is our Ben.
BENJAMIN ROBERT YEAGER – 4/26/73-12/21/12
Everything that comes around, goes around. How many times have you heard yourself say that, or heard it from someone else? Well, is it true? Are we destined to live our lives in a never-ending Ground Hog day of sameness? What about growth? What about destiny?
As the calendar spins around every year to the same months and days, do we continue to spiral into that same person? One would hope that our life experiences would create a different, hopefully improved, form of who we are each go-round.
To the ancient Celts life moved in eternal cycles. The massive burial tombs of Newgrange in Ireland are testament to a 3000 year old civilization, which must have been more in-tuned (intuitive) to the sacred movement of the universe in order to create such majesty and beauty. Foremost on their stones are a series of spirals, what has become known as the Celtic spiral, but in reality predates the Celts by many centuries. The triple spiral has been considered many things – body, mind, spirit; God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit,; Mother, Maiden, Crone; birth, death and rebirth. What do these ancient stones have to say to us, living in the modern world? Can we hear the collective voice of the Stone Beings? I