In the Stillness Where We Meet

It’s the still time of the year. Sun and Moon have had their last meeting and it was exact, causing a total solar eclipse. Jupiter and Saturn come to their great conjunction today, December 21st, and it’ss exact, their closest approach to one another since the 1600s. Venus watches over the gate of dawn; Mars guards us through the night.

And for three days from December 21st to the 23rd, Earth and Sun meet in that sacred place among the stars where even the breath is stilled. The outer light has gone; the only sound, a beating heart.

What will we carry forward from this moment into the life ahead? What belongs to the humanity we hope to become? The only way is forward.

With best Solstice greetings, I will close with these famous lines from the 17th century English poet John Donne, written around the time Saturn and Jupiter were last as close as they are now:

No man is an island entire of itself; every man

is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;

if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe

is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as

well as any manner of thy friends or of thine

own were; any man’s death diminishes me,

because I am involved in mankind.

And therefore never send to know for whom

the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

You can hear this episode on The Storyteller’s Night Sky at Interlochen Public Radio and on my podcast, at this link.

Peace and joy, one and all!