Last night I looked up and saw there was light on the ridge in a way I hadn’t noticed before. Because of the tilt of the earth’s axis, the sun appears to be moving north, and is hitting the ridge differently, light in a new place.
May it be a symbol of change as corruption is exposed and punished.
The pineal gland is a tiny endocrine gland in the middle of our brain that’s shaped like a pine cone. It helps regulate our body’s circadian rhythm of sleep and wakefulness by secreting the hormone melatonin.
I notice how aware I am of light and dark this time of year. There’s an intensity to my noticing that light now comes earlier in the morning and lasts longer in the evening.
To augment my noticing, I light candles, keeping them going much of the time to massage my intake, my inhalation of smoke, flame and fragrance. I honor the passage and flickering motion and reach and touch of light.
On Saturday I was with my three year old grandson and the falling leaves from a Japanese Maple tree. We stood under the tree as though it was snowing beautiful red leaves upon us, and then he lay down in the leaves and made a Leaf Angel.
As more leaves fell, I raked them into a huge pile and wrapped them all around him so just his head was out in the air. The leaves became his racecar and then it was as though he entered a peaceful place, a study in bliss, as did I.
Each of us is being sprinkled right now in the memories of this closing year as we integrate and transform, as we are integrated and transformed with what is present and past.
May we receive with ease.
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