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This afternoon, as I sit in my office
staring outside my window, gray clouds heavy with rain bump into
each other as they hurry by.
Snow is on its way. The
summer symphonies of wild canaries and finches have ended,
replaced by the songs of geese flying overhead.
Autumn is all but tucked into its sleepy bed, nestled in
the arms of our Mother Earth.
Soon it will be the season of renewal…the winter solstice.
A time of awakening.
A new beginning for all creatures, all life.
It is a time when ancient humanity felt the stirrings of
hope, and the embrace of promise as the days began to lengthen
again, the sun grow warmer.
A time when deep in the earth, the roots of the trees
begin to stretch and yawn. When
tiny seedlings still slumber, cushioned in their blankets of
earth.
It is a season of celebration and thanksgiving…of joyful
memories. A
season of renewal of individual beliefs and tenets.
It is also a time for healing and for forgiveness.
A time for going forward, and not looking backward.
A time when the sunlight eases the darkness.
In countless lands of diversified peoples and cultures, this
season of renewal is celebrated by ancient customs and new
traditions. Families gather.
It is the perfect time to celebrate love.
But often it is forgotten in the crush of activities and
demands. Forgotten
in the loneliness of one.
But in this winter season, I hope we will find anew the healing
voice of the feminine spirit. I pray we might experience and
know the feelings of peace, wisdom and sanity that flow from the
center of her being. That
the feminine spirit within us all bless the most troubled lands.
And that the sweet
soft whisper of her voice be heard deep within our hearts in
this season of renewal…this season of lights.
Whether we celebrate Chanukah or Kwanzaa, Christmas, Chaomas,
Hari-Kuyo, Ramadan, or the Winter Solstice, it is a time of
holidays rooted deep in the cycle of traditions.
A time of giving, caring.
A time of reflecting.
A time when the seasons are to be acknowledged as often
as we remember to do so. Maybe
this is why all these days of observance have been in calendars
for long ages. As
each civilization arises, it creates new traditions based on
beliefs more ancient than time itself.
We call these celebrations by different names, but they
are still the same. They
are the original markers of time and space…heart and mind.
They are in our ancient being, waiting for the spark of
Remembrance to ignite them and bring them back to life.
To remember these ancient beginnings that go back far beyond the
oldest of days, makes them part of who we are.
It is our fabric, our tissue, our blood and bone…our
spirit.
We are one.
We are family.
That is our remembrance. That
is our mission, our purpose.
Under the banner of Oneness, may we take a moment in this
season of renewal to hold each other in the love that binds us
together. To put
aside prejudice and petty strife.
To honor the earth and the precious gifts she gives to
us. To honor those
closest to us, and those who are strangers.
To once again embrace the Oneness….the Family of All.
May we surround one another with love and healing light,
and seek the balance that was ours in the beginning and will be
once again.
Blessings and light upon us all………….
Sher
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