“The longest night is ending / it will be morning soon / the earth turns on her axis / round the sun / a ray of light is shining through the darkness / and a hope we cannot name wakes in our hearts…..” Anne Bonaparte-Krogh, circa 1987 This chorus of a Solstice song written by a circle sister many years ago plays through my mind, keeps time with my heartbeat and hums in my blood. Some of us from this same circle have been keeping vigil these past months for one of our own as she traverses her unique pathway between the dark and the light. While sitting with her I am not always sure whether it is her waking time or her time of wandering between the worlds that holds the darkness, and which it is that holds the light. For some of us the darkness is the place of rest; the time when it is possible to let it all go and float in the spaces between time and space. For others it is the place of nightmare and injustice. This season ha
M.Ed., Counsellor, Spiritual Mentor, Teacher, Ritualist, Facilitator of Writing Circles