The still point of the sun.

Happy winter solstice. :)

Allow yourself to rid the old for the new to be born in this gorgeous transition of seasons into a new day, new era, and new sun. Remember that every loss opens the way for something else, and we must draw the strength and courage to go forth and change our world as we know it. :)

 Here is one of my favorite winter poems, written and perfected by the lovely Margaret Atwood.

"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.

Taking hands like children
lost in a six-dimensional
forest, we step across.
The walls of the house fold themselves down,
and the house turns
itself inside out, as a tulip does
in its last full-blown moment, and our candle
flares up and goes out, and the only common
sense that remains to us is touch,
as it will be, later, some other
century, when we will seem to each other
even less what we were.
But that trick is just to hold on
through all appearances; and so we do,
and yes, I know it’s you;
and that is what we will come to, sooner
or later, when it’s even darker
than It is now, when the snow is colder,
when it’s darkest and coldest
and candles are no longer any use to us
and the visibility is zero: Yes.
It’s still you. It’s still you."

-Margaret Atwood

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