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Winter Solstice Poetry Feast

If you know me, you know I absolutely love celebrating the quarter days (solstices and equinoxes) and cross-quarter days (privately) and often hold community gatherings (now virtually) for us to celebrate together, attune to the energy of now, acknowledge the passing of time and the turning of the Wheel of the Year.


Those who were at my Winter Solstice Restorative Yoga + Poetry + Meditation event wanted me to share the poems I read during class.



Here they are! A smorgasbord of winter love for you to feast on:


A solstice reflection by Sarah Faith Gottesdiener:


It's ok if you're beyond exhausted, in dire need of too much, holding a broken heart in your small, cold hands.

It's ok if you are humming a celebratory tune over a batch of steamy soup you'll be sharing with beloveds, feeling more yourself than ever.

It's ok if you are an odd mix of way too much and way too little, moving slowly through a silent cave, towards glimmers of light that promise an opening.

Even if it's not ok—which, let's face it, is true about so much right now—

can you be with yourself in a softer way?


This is a time to pause and to catch up to yourself, wherever you may be. Without judgment. With acceptance. With third-eye sight, sharpened by the stillness.

See in the dark, feel into all the messages the emptiness brings.

Gather up all the repeated complaints and yearnings, throw them all in the fire that needs to burn up this year. Make a promise to do something different, as soon as you've rested and restored, as much as you can.


In Celebration of the Winter Solstice by Stephanie Noble:

Do not be afraid of the darkness.

Dark is the rich fertile earth

that cradles the seed, nourishing growth.

Dark is the soft night that cradles us to rest.

Only in darkness

can stars shine across the vastness of space.

Only in darkness

is the moon’s dance so clear.

There is mystery woven in the dark quiet hours,

There is magic in the darkness.

Do not be afraid.

We are born of this magic.

It fills our dreams

that root, unravel and reweave themselves

in the shelter of the deep dark night.

The dark has its own hue,

its own resonance, its own breath.

It fills our soul,

not with despair, but with promise.

Dark is the gestation of our deep and knowing self.

Dark is the cave where we rest and renew our soul.

We are born of the darkness,

and each night we return

to the deep womb of our beginnings.

Do not be afraid of the darkness,

for in the depth of that very darkness

comes a first glimpse of our own light,

the pure inner light of love and knowing.

As it glows and grows, the darkness recedes.

As we shed our light, we shed our fear,

and revel in the wonder of all that is revealed.

So, do not rush the coming of the sun.

Do not crave the lengthening of the day.

Celebrate the darkness.

Here and now. A time of richness. A time of joy.



Settle In by Danna Faulds:


Settle in the here and now.

Reach down into the centre

where the world is not spinning

and drink this holy peace.

Feel relief flood into every

cell. Nothing to do. Nothing

to be but what you are already.

Nothing to receive but what

flows effortlessly from the

mystery into form.

Nothing to run from or run

toward. Just this breath,

Awareness knowing itself as

embodiment. Just this breath,

awareness waking up to truth.

Winter Solstice by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater:


Tonight

You will find me

snug in colorful wool

staring into

a solstice sky

so speckled

with cold night stars


You will see me

raise

my mittened hands

as if to hug

the hidden sun

And you will hear me

softly

whisper

Welcome back


Each new day

now brings

more light.

I feel this truth

inside my warming bones.



“Winter Solstice” by Rebecca Parker:


Perhaps

For a moment…

the wheels stop rolling,

the computers desist from computing,

and a hush will fall over the city.

For an instant, in the stillness,

the chiming of celestial spheres will be heard

as earth hangs poised

in the crystalline darkness, and then

tilts.

Let there be a season

when holiness is heard, and

the splendor of living is revealed.

stunned to stillness by beauty

we remember who we are and why we are here.

There are inexplicable mysteries.

we are not alone.

In the universe there moves a Wild One

whose gestures alter earth’s axis

toward love.

In the immense darkness

everything spins with joy.

The cosmos enfolds us.

We are caught in a web of stars,

cradled in a swaying embrace,

rocked by the holy night,

babes of the universe.

Let this be the time

we wake to life.



Closing call and response style reading by Stephanie Noble:

May I be a lamp unto myself. (This was the Buddha’s last instruction to his students.)

May I be guided by my inner light.

May my practice bring awareness of my own inner light.

May I light the darkness with awareness.

May my inner light grow and glow.

May I sit and savor the darkness until I see the light.


Thank you to all who attended live, or caught the replay of my very special Winter Solstice Restorative Yoga + Poetry + Meditation offering. Stay tuned for more magic in the coming months.

OM SHANTI SHANTI SHANTI







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