Winter Solstice

I love this time of the year. Always makes me feel like a wheat kernel that after the sun warmed it and the wind brushed through the fields rocking it like a baby in a cradle, fell into the warm lap of mother earth and was swallowed into the moist soil - resting in a fetal position, slowly being shredded and falling deeper and deeper into darkness. Almost like I sink into the very center of the earth. And when the days start to become longer again - I start to unfold, slowly newly born - all is new and all is old at the same time. I move away from the center of the earth towards the light and while having been shredded completely - I feel mysteriously nourished and whole.
 

Gāyatrī

Iris Eisenlohr

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