I can hear the soft voice of the Hermit telling me it’s time. Time to pull away from the world a little to gain some insight from the lantern that burns inside. Time to strip away distractions and focus only on what I need to sustain me through the darkest months. To prepare for the rebirth of the sun and creativity when the long night of the winter solstice is over.
Sometimes we fear the dark, because it is there that we are alone with the parts of ourselves that scare us. In the dark, regret, shame and guilt blossom. There, the things that nag us in daylight reveal themselves. In the dark we are naked. The costumes and the masks that shore us up in the outer world don’t matter here. We have nothing to hide behind and nobody to tell us it will be alright. But this is also where deep creativity lies. When we are divested of all the outer things, there is nothing but us and the wisdom that works through us.
At Halloween, we journeyed to the underworld – that fathomless chamber inside ourselves where introspection lies. Here we face our fears so that we can begin again from a clean place. Where we delve deeply to discover the beginnings of the seeds of our dreams for the spring. We plough the loam of our minds so that the new seeds can show themselves.
It’s time to retreat into the dark, to see what it reveals. I’ll be taking some time off, not only from blogging, but from the computer in general. Getting back to basics. I’ll be returning to the sensuality of pen and paper, paint and canvas, page and ink. If I write, it will be in longhand. If I read, it will be on the page rather than the screen. I feel a need to wallow in the old-fashioned word.
I won’t see you for a while. I hope your dreaming time is productive and that you’re bursting with ideas when the longest night is over. I’ll see you then, at midwinter when the light slowly begins to return.
I’ve closed comments on this post, but hope to connect with you all again come the solstice.