According to ancient Celtic traditions, the wheel of time pauses for a moment at Winter Solstice, as the sun hovers low on the horizon. It is a time of stillness, of universal quiet and inner reflection. Even the Earth herself slows down, drawing energy deep down into roots and bulbs underground.
The longest night also heralds the rebirth of the sun; the return of the light when Mother Nature begins her active cycle once again and we start to edge towards Spring. It is a timeless moment, suspended breathlessly between death and rebirth. Full of magic, brimming with potential.
So stand in the circle, weave the web of light
Dance in the moonlight
Bring fire to the night
Release the past that made us
Release the fire within
Revel in the mystery
And embrace your sacred kin
(from Brian Boothby's poem, Tomorrow's Ancestor)
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