Love is born

I am writing on the winter solstice. We have finished journeying inward to the shortest, darkest day of the year; we are headed back out toward the light that will peak on the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. What do we find in the darkness, the emptiness, the womb that is available on this day? In the Christian tradition, the return of the light comes in the form of an infant. Any parent knows that with the birth of a child, a new love awakens in us. It is gentle and fierce, quiet and outspoken, self-possessed and generous. What gives us courage in the face of illness, death and conflict? What brings us immeasurable joy? It's love. Nothing has more power and weight although it is formless and light. It its purest most spiritual form, it is empty of judgment, need or agenda. Still yourself and look within during this darkest time of the year and find pure love in it. You will know the blessings of the holy days.