Midwinter of the spirit

When darkness falls, tend to the candle of your spirit.

On the longest night, sing a song to the sun — that invincible god who burns, yet is not consumed. 

Whisper a blessing to Earth, the Beloved who holds us so close to her, in life and in death. 

Now — at the still point — we remember those who have returned to the earth's womb. 

We wonder what is to come.

We wait — and while we wait, we dream of the blue snow of deep midwinter, lit by the moon's bright chariot and the shine of ice-bound stars.

On the longest night, the fire grows low. 

Hold fast to your evergreen hope. Your red-berried joy. That glowing star that lives deep inside of you, even on the coldest, darkest night. 

And do not let go.  

The Longest Night from Angie Pickman on Vimeo.