The Longest Night

by Deborah Frieze on December 21, 2014


This is the solstice,
the still point of the sun,
its cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath,
the door of a vanished house left ajar…

– Margaret Atwood

The old oaks at the Dojo revealed their magic once again this Solstice weekend. They stood as sentinels over our fire ceremony as we gathered to release old habits and beliefs into the longest night. We witnessed one another let go of that which has been holding us back, and then we called in the practices and behaviors we wished to cultivate.

Blessings at this time of new beginnings as we all turn back toward the light.

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