Our distant ancestors were terrified by this time of year when it seemed the sun was bent on plunging the world they knew forever into darkness. Out of this communal fear, a primal holy night was born. Great fires were built on hilltops and in sacred places. The people danced around the flames and chanted prayers to the gods to bring back the sun.
As it was and ever shall be, all is not merry and bright in this season of the heart, yet the circle of life assures us there will yet be a brighter day.
May all the Yule fires,
all the candles,
all the Christmas lights
work together to light up the darkness.
©2024 April Hoeller
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