On this important night, let us all remember our power, our light and the amazing connection we have to everything and everyone. Allow your hearts to rest in the Mother’s womb to be reborn into Wholeness. The journey is not at it’s end but at a glorious new beginning! The Solstice means stillness and it is a time to rebirth ourSelves! To step into the void and create from the place of pure potential…on this darkest of nights, anything and everything is possible. What will you create? Brightest Solstice Blessings to all!
It was a dark night when the Oak King lay down on the forest floor to rest. “I am so weary” he said “I will rest here for a bit then continue on.” But the Oak King never woke, he slept on into the night as a light snow blanketed him.
As he slept, the Tree Mother approached quietly so as not to wake him. “Ahhh” she whispered, “it is time.” She tenderly laid her hand upon his forehead and breathed the forest through her. As she did, the Oak Kings’ form began to tremble and shift and he melded with the forest floor, swallowed into the womb of the Earth.
“Where has he gone?” the faery children cried. “He is with the Great Mother now.” Tree Mother replied. “But what will we do without him?” “We wait.” she said. “He is not lost to us my ones, only resting. He will rest in the womb of the Great Mother to grown young again.” “Grow young again?” they chorused. “Yes. Tonight, we hold vigil with Her, the Great Mother as she labors through this the night of nights. Go now and prepare, light all of your candles and set your hearths ablaze. For she is birthing the Sun back to us to warm the world.” The littles scurried off and set about making their forest homes glow. Tree Mother called to her fire and sat in deep meditation. We are with you Great Mother, we moan with you, move with you, we shall light the way and push with you. When we satiate our thirst yours, too will be sated. For we are one with you on this night and always.
As she sat the wee ones gathered around her. They chanted, they sang, they sat in deep communion with the Great Mother. All night, they held vigil as all good midwives do.
Just before dawn, Tree Mother rose and began walking toward the highest hill. The littles fell in behind her. Silently, they walked until they reached the highest peak, then they waited. With one last great effort the Great Mother shrieked and groaned and the sky exploded with glorious Light! Cheers arose from the forest and around the world and all the people and critters and beings danced with joyous hearts for the Sun had returned! Born of the darkest night to Light the world.
This, too happens for each of us individually. Allow the Sun to be reborn in your hearts, allow the Light of your Inner Being to shine like a beacon through the longest darkest night.
The wheel turneth and we begin again. Blessed be the Light!