December
It
is December.
The
winter solstice approaches.
While
it heralds the beginning of winter,
a
time of contemplation and retreat,
more
importantly for me
it
marks the returning of the light.
A
gradual shift each day that can be seen
if
looked for.
Before
its arrival, I will sift through
the
experiences and lessons of the fading year,
which
were plentiful,
using
a sieve fine enough to separate
those
worth carrying forward
and
those that can be left behind
upon
the sands of time.
Those
worth keeping,
I
will lay gently within my heart
where
they will be warm and cherished,
knowing
that I may return to them
when
I have a moment of forgetting
or
despair,
that
I may revive myself by their light.
Then,
as the solstice dawns I will celebrate my divine light
and
the gift of guidance it provides,
committing
again to nurture it
and
let it increase daily, as nature illustrates.
A
gradual shift each day that can be seen
if
looked for.
So
illuminated, I will greet the new year.
©2019
Lynda Allen
