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We have many springs
We see the promise of Spring even in November. Spring, from
November.
That promise is given to us more clearly in January.
And we see it in February, at Imbolc in the beginning, and in the middle,
when the geese arrive back on the lake.
In early March, the news tells us we are in
My mind’s eye Christmas
My mind’s eye
Holds tears and fears
Angers and resentments
Past and present .
My mind’s eye
Feels hope and acceptance
Acceptance of all this
Hope in experience
A past and present future.
My mind’s eye
Is no longer blind, I
Can see my role in the laughter in the pain
My mind’s eye is
Christmas eve blessing
May your higher self be with you even in the blue moments
May all that you are willing to be, be with you
May guidance be sought
May you be willing to engage in all that this guidance shows
May you recognise the birth of new light
May the Spirit of Love come to your
Solstice sunset blessing
May I be open in my heart before the shortest day
May I welcome this night
May I bow forwards
May I receive all that came before me
May I be shown renewal in order to renew
May I connect to All That Is
May I give thanks
May I be willing to be a
And we call it Christmas
And we call it Christmas yet where is Christ?
So we have no workhouses, let’s take homelessness and food banks.
So we have freedom of expression and thought, let’s take mental and sexual and psychological torment.
So we have this fabulous increase in wealth, let’s take a local inequality and make it a global inequality
Confront darkness at winter solstice
This originally appeared in The Inquirer, Issue 8001
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The winter solstice, a celebration of the shortest day, when the suns seems to be standing still over the Tropic of Capricorn before turning to push its light and warmth back towards the north. It was a time for lighting fires to encourage the sun to
Blue Christmas
This originally appeared in The Inquirer, Issue 8001
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The stories rarely mention anymore
how badly Mary missed her Dad,
how as she trudged through Bethlehem she yearned
to hear his voice, which she knew –
it made her chuckle just
to think of it! – would be raised in fury
at the faceless innkeepers,