The birth of the sun brings a sense of hope that I will be brought out of the darkness that has enveloped me since July.
A peace is settling into my bones as I realize that I am in the right place and doing the right things and I've surrendered any ideas of perfection or of making a big impact out in the world. Newly sainted Mother Teresa said that if we want to bring peace to the world, we should start at home with our families. So, I do what I can in my little area, making things peaceful for my brother and for myself.
What a gift our Mother gave us. To be able to live here where we grew up. To have such solitude as I've faced the darkness has afforded insights that I couldn't have had otherwise. To rest in the darkness has been a blessing. To empty myself of the tears over and over. To wail and to moan with no worries of frightening others. To hug my brother and be Mom's advocate to him. Priceless, priceless gifts.
I am so thankful for this Solstice morning as I write this blog in the glow of candlelight with the dawn seeping through the blinds.
I pray that the Light fills you deeply and wholly.
Blessed Solstice.
