December
Winter Solstice Tale
Once upon a time, or maybe in the present, there was a woman and her name was "The one who is afraid to dream." Because she was afraid to dream she was afraid to fall asleep.
When winter came and the nights got longer, she had the most difficult time. She made herself busy and did everything possible to stay awake.
On the eve of the longest night of the year she heard a knock on the door.
When she opened the door an Old Sun stood on the threshold with an empty bag. The Sun said, “I am dying, and I can take your fears with me so you can finally fall asleep.”
The woman looked at an empty bag and realized what a gift she was being offered. She agreed to give her fears to the Old Sun and went into her house to gather the fears.
In the eastern part of the house, she found a tangled ball of threads. It was the fear of starting something new.
In the southern part of the house, she found a broken mirror. It was a fear of expressing herself, revealing her magic to the world.
In the western part of the house, she found a rotten sack of potatoes. It was the fear of letting go of what is already dead and no longer served her.
She found a rusty knife in the northern part of the house. It was the fear of pausing, resting, nourishing and tending to herself.
After she surrendered her fears and the Old Sun left, the Woman felt that she was ready to go to bed.
She tossed and turned for a long time because she forgot how to relax, surrender and trust. So she called upon the Great Mother or She Who Rocks her Children to sleep.
The Great Mother puffed up a soft pillow of ancient memories and placed it under her head. She wrapped her child in a starry blanket of human destiny. Then she poured a handful of seeds of future harvest under her pillow.
The Great Mother began to sing a lullaby of the soul and the Woman finally fell into a deep sleep.
Early in the morning the New Sun was born and our heroine was awakened by the new light. She was no longer called "The one who is afraid to dream." Now she was called "She who guards the seeds."
After the longest night of the year, still in the depth of the dark winter, she began to wonder about what these seeds could be. She tended to her body and ate delicious breakfast. She knew it was not the time to plant the seeds just yet. But she began to daydream about the Spring.
When winter came and the nights got longer, she had the most difficult time. She made herself busy and did everything possible to stay awake.
On the eve of the longest night of the year she heard a knock on the door.
When she opened the door an Old Sun stood on the threshold with an empty bag. The Sun said, “I am dying, and I can take your fears with me so you can finally fall asleep.”
The woman looked at an empty bag and realized what a gift she was being offered. She agreed to give her fears to the Old Sun and went into her house to gather the fears.
In the eastern part of the house, she found a tangled ball of threads. It was the fear of starting something new.
In the southern part of the house, she found a broken mirror. It was a fear of expressing herself, revealing her magic to the world.
In the western part of the house, she found a rotten sack of potatoes. It was the fear of letting go of what is already dead and no longer served her.
She found a rusty knife in the northern part of the house. It was the fear of pausing, resting, nourishing and tending to herself.
After she surrendered her fears and the Old Sun left, the Woman felt that she was ready to go to bed.
She tossed and turned for a long time because she forgot how to relax, surrender and trust. So she called upon the Great Mother or She Who Rocks her Children to sleep.
The Great Mother puffed up a soft pillow of ancient memories and placed it under her head. She wrapped her child in a starry blanket of human destiny. Then she poured a handful of seeds of future harvest under her pillow.
The Great Mother began to sing a lullaby of the soul and the Woman finally fell into a deep sleep.
Early in the morning the New Sun was born and our heroine was awakened by the new light. She was no longer called "The one who is afraid to dream." Now she was called "She who guards the seeds."
After the longest night of the year, still in the depth of the dark winter, she began to wonder about what these seeds could be. She tended to her body and ate delicious breakfast. She knew it was not the time to plant the seeds just yet. But she began to daydream about the Spring.
