It’s Winter Solstice again, annual celebration of the light at its ‘shortest point’ (i.e. the shortest day) – and this little blog of mine is One Year Old today: OYO, oh yeah!
In its first year, my blog has happily grown and will grow further, along with the sun, which will from now on shine longer, until the summer solstice, and then it will continue to grow along with the night, which will frr oom then on last longer… and so on we go out and in, and in and out, but at the same time we go on and on…
On these images I catch the light, as it is so celebrated at Winter Solstice, and as I so often do: light pure and light reflected, light with shadows, and light with more shadows, intriguing, outlining, revealing, contrasting, complementing, making understanding: light permeating and illuminating leaves and landscapes, the soul and the social.
The lines below are taken from my writings for the Palimpsest exhibition – Bringing Hidden Stories to Light: as there is a parallel between themes: Bringing Hidden Stories to the Solstice! (plus the blog: this little blog of mine, I’m gonna let it shine…)
Sunset: Encounter with the Earth.
Then the Darkness comes and it is rich
And all-knowing, for here
Are the Hiding-Places
Which are too easily forgotten in the light
This next poem is inspired by a winter solstice walk I participated in: us walkers were a group of artists around Walthamstow (my previous home), organised by Pippa Davismoon, and we wandered through the woods of Wanstead:
Winter Solstice Wanstead Wanderings
As we go quiet
The sounds of the birds arise
The birds arise and speak
To each other and they have
Messages for us
Wrapped in their sounds
Like trumpets, instruments
Singing, squeaking and
Charmingly around the pond, feeling charming
Around the soul, which is our very own pond; with
Each of us a pool of water over which
To ponder, and there
It is: the pond, the
Place to ponder
And there they are, the birds
And all the other animals
Of the pond and of the woodland
The animals: and the anima, the soul
Yes it’s called anima, the unconscious, and now
It is being enacted, tantalised, animated!
And there it is, the message
It’s all around us, in times
Of stillness and attention
When only soul is in motion, only
Soul is the music of the heart and the forest
Soul-music, believe me, believe
In the power of transformation to make
The world a better place
At this time of the solstice
And all around
For all around us are the sounds
Of the birds and all animals and of hope
And the sun, turning, rising, setting, and then
Rising again. © Ursula Troche, 12.16
Tonight I will celebrate the Solstice by writing into the night, with a group of writers in Greenwich, organised by Arachne Press.
Happy Winter Solstice Everyone!