It’s a peaceful, quiet night here, the perfect kind of night to go outside and watch the stars twinkling in the night sky. It’s a perfect night to go look at the lights blinking on the water tower Christmas tree the city puts up every year.
It’s the perfect kind of night to sit back and just be. No talking, turning off the thoughts in my head and just being. I’m learning to love these moments, no expectations, nothing that has to be done immediately. Just me, myself and I.
It’s in moments like these that I can look around, see what needs to be done, but not worry about doing it. Without the stress and imagined demand that I continually think I have to do something about…. everything, I have the opportunity to look at why I push things off and create more stress. It’s an opportunity to find old wounds and begin to heal them.
It’s a good opportunity to be creative, which I’m starting to fear that I’m losing.
Tonight, the eve of Solstice, the beginning of the Pagan holiday, is for me a perfect time to think about the history of Spirituality, and Religion. It’s a perfect time to reflect on just how similar religions are to each other, and how the holidays are meaningful to all people, even if the words are different, the Spirit and meaning is the same across the world.
So wherever you are, and whatever you believe, however you practice your faith, know that we are one in Spirit. And may Blessings follow you wherever you are.
Happy Solstice to all.