Mary Did You Know Christmas Carol

Here is a Comment from Steve-O our CNWBC working out of Portland OR:

“Yeah- the Season of Darkness. Since my son Peder lived on the Navaho rez many years ago and filled me in on a lot of their traditions, I’ve seen winter darkness as a time to be more spiritually integrative than spiritually sponge-like. That is, a time more about integrating and understanding the input, learning, trials and victories we’ve had than about discovering new things, new monster-insights or info or perspectives that we so relish most of the year. It can be a time to be more quiet and introspective in an an internal, muted ‘ah-ha’ way; a time to realize and ultimately rejoice in the changes within ourselves that may have occurred without due recognition and gratitude from us; a time to learn to walk with the talk of whatever enlightening learning we’ve devoured over the last spring/summer/fall – since the light began to lengthen in January. A time to prepare for the light to re-emerge, to embrace it with the capacity to see and absorb all it may bring as we are reborn to noticing with eyes of wonder, to a new awareness. With that may come a capability of receiving more, spiritually, by virtue of having ‘re-read the assignment and done the homework’ so to speak.
Ok, maybe not the best metaphor, but maybe it is a time for mostly reflective, internal work, the necessary preparation to open up more uncluttered space within us to be able to receive whatever gifts may come our way as the light returns. A time of serious work and also of great anticipation for whatever wisdom and joy lie ahead.”

This is helpful to me, the guy that just wants the winter to be over. Now I see that is the opposite of living in the present. These dark days have a purpose and it is my job to find that for myself. It is just not good enough anymore to say “I hate it and I don’t want to be here.”

So thank you for sticking with me during my wrestling with this, although I have a feeling it is challenging for all of us. There is something here to make peace with and to learn from. It must be something more than the proverbial sticky wicket.

Walking in a few minutes, have to bundle up and find my rose colored glasses.

sticky wicket loves, Felipé.