Thursday, December 9, 2010

Generating Light



Here in the northern hemisphere, we're bearing down hard on winter solstice. It gets dark at 5:00 pm and isn't light again until 7:00 a.m. It's cold and windy and ... well ... you might think that our tendency would be to tuck ourselves under a warm blanket and drink tea until the spring thaw. But no, we humans - at least we humans here in Washington DC - crank everything up at notch or two or three at this time of year.

Yep. We enter into a holiday FRENZY of activity: shopping, wrapping, standing in line for hours at the post office. We go out to eat and drink, we put tiny, sparkling strings of lights outdoors and indoors, and of course we bring a little bit of the evergreen forest into our houses. We bake cookies, bread. We give gifts, host parties, attend parties. We stretch ourselves thin at this time of year, always.

According to the cosmology of Reya, what we're up to is instinctual - we are generating light and heat with all our activities. The frenzy is a ritual of triumph over the darkness. All the gift buying, wrapping and giving is, at some level, an offering so as to insure the return of the light after solstice.

Some of what transpires over the holidays is fun: the gatherings, for instance, and all the drinking and eating is pretty fun, too. The frenzy part of it all is exhausting, but we rise to the occasion, year after year. We humans are, in many ways, such noble, valiant animals. We will NOT let the darkness bring us down. Oh no. No way.

After New Year's Day, then we can get under a warm blanket with tea and books. By January 1 it's pretty clear that the light will return, that all our heat-light generating activities and offerings have been accepted by Brother Sun. Whew! New Year's Day is always such a relief!

Today I'm going to leave all thoughts about the Holocaust, Baby Boom and Krakow behind while I enter into the fray. I'm going to bake, shop, go to the post office, thereby insuring the return of the Sun after solstice. Or so goes my theory. A little bit of holiday frenzy is a good thing, yes? I say yes. Let there be light!


At the house on Tennessee Avenue, the outdoor light display is truly fabulous - it looks like a comet is streaming past. Very cool.

10 comments:

The Bug said...

So THAT'S what my mother was doing all those years! I never could understand her frenzy around the holidays - but that's because I'm naturally slothful. I really have to gear up to make a passable Christmas showing :) But I might work harder now since it's a sun offering - I like the sun!

Elizabeth said...

Too much frenzy......

I'm taking it slow and simple and still have a gzillion things to do.

Solstice approaches
which I love and love better than anything

hope you are well and happy

oxox

jeanette from everton terrace said...

I'm quite exhausted from my holiday frenzy (and the thought of what's to come). Seriously I just feel so tired and yet I can't sleep. I can't even explain it with the light, it's not so bad here in Phoenix. Baking sounds fun.

Adrianne said...

I always thought that humans didn't hybernate in the winter because they were somehow out of tune with the cycles of nature. I think that I like your theory better. Thank you.

Reya Mellicker said...

If you approve, Adrianne, then I am on to something!

glnroz said...

all a "glow",, i see, :)

Reya Mellicker said...

Glenn - ha!

steven said...

reya look at those sweet curving lights through the night!and i love that the coloured lights are out longer 'cause it's darker earlier and the local star starts up later!! my bike has flashing lights front and back and i was riding home tonight and a guy at a bus stop yelled out "no f---ing way!! and i yelled back "way" and he yells back " go f---ing go man!!" i was laughing so hard! let me tell you reya, that guy fired out more light than i could handle so i gotta send the extra on somehow!! here y'are!! steven

Reya Mellicker said...

Steven you are a bad ass!

Nancy said...

We're skipping it this year for a tropical experience. We've not done this before - but the whales are calling.