Every year just before Winter Solstice my husband and I build this labyrinth of tinsel. We walk along its path to reach the center, the still point, the place of changing direction. On the darkest and longest night of the Winter Solstice the Sun stands still as it reaches its furthers point South (in the Northern Hemisphere). and begins its journey North toward the Summer Solstice. The Days will begin to grow longer and we shout “Welcome Yule”
Walking in we carry our heavy burdens to the center where we leave them then walk out lighter.
Just as our breathing, in and out, builds a cradle for life and death?
We are grains of sand, dark with…
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