I arrive at winter solstice today with a wistful deep sigh of relief. True, three months of winter are ahead, but the days will be lengthening as the darkness contracts. Our home is not as far north as some, but our daylight this past week has felt so limited that when the sun does come out, I feel it is necessary to put on sunglasses to avoid a mole-like squint.
Still I cling to this swing gladly even if sometimes in the dark, my feet in the air, my muscles pumping me higher, the wind blowing my hair into my face. It’s the ride I enjoy.
I appreciate the seasonal swings of light/dark, hot/cold, green/brown, alive/dead. If I didn’t have the variance to anticipate, emulate and participate in, I would myself be too static, sitting too still on a swing that is stuck without movement or gladness. A day like today tends to make me weepy~~I’ve made it through yet another cycle of dying back, and winter must be a restorative time. This resting eventually prepares me for the overwhelming pace of spring and summer. In fact, March through September is a bit too much light and during those months, I find myself longing for the early dark of December, if only to settle my nerves and calm my soul.
Even so, it is time for the swing to more light to return. Seeing the moon rise at 3:30 PM is flat out disconcerting and not seeing a wisp of sunlight until 8:15 AM can be cause for concern for a worrier like me. Will it never come?
I’m at the top of the swing arc, ready to glide back to the center, exhilarated and exhausted all at once. The ride takes my breath away, but the air is crisp, cold, and generous.
And best of all, I can squint in the sunlight.