“This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath.”
This week began with a full moon and ends tomorrow on the winter solstice (in the southern hemisphere) surely an important time for reflection?
Full moon is also a time for release and completion of things, ideas and situations which we no longer need and the Solstice is, of course, an important marker of the year.
In ancient times it was celebrated as the feast of Yule, a symbolic celebration of the birth of the divine child within.
Now of course, its the harbinger of seasonal change when the sun slowly and fractionally, increases its light each day until the next solstice in December.
It being a glorious winter day, I decided to walk from Moonee Beach where I was staying, to Sapphire beach, a journey of just under an hour.
I crossed the bridge over the estuary, walked over the headland to the beach below. I left my shoes on the sand dune and started walking along the water’s edge. The waves were strong, thanks to a powerful southerly and played with me as I walked and reflected on the past six months.
A kite flew above and in the distance I saw a whale breach. Was it Migaloo, the white was who, for the past thirty years has migrated back and forth to Antartica? Some creatures are constant in their journeys.
I thought of the places I’d been, those whom I’d met, what I’d learnt, and again appreciated that this has been a very different year to all previous ones.
“One way of celebrating the Solstice is to consider it a sacred time of reflection, release, restoration, and renewal.”
Sarah Ban Breathnach
Usually at full moon, I have a dream or two which can reveal in a symbolic way, the inner journey. But not so this full moon.
Halfway to Sapphire, I sat on the dune for a water break and contemplation when some friendly locals and their dog appeared. It was mid morning and being a caffiend, I felt like a coffee was there a cafe nearby I asked ?
They gave me directions to the Beachstone cafe, just 50 metres from the stairs they pointed to in the distance
Would they serve me without shoes? You never know the etiquette in some places.
“Yair…course they will…we do it all the time” they assured me
And true to their word I walked into the cafe without a stare or reproving look …so no need to explain my naked feet.
There’s nothing like a good coffee to stimulate the synapses and spark the neurons. As I sat in my sunny outdoor spot watching the kids at play in the playground and dogs at their masters’ and mistresses feet, I continued my contemplation and suddenly became aware of a dream I’d had the previous night.
“The Winter Solstice is the time of ending and beginning, a powerful time — a time to contemplate your immortality. A time to forgive, to be forgiven, and to make a fresh start. A time to awaken”
In the dream I had joined a small group, we were in a building hoping to start some task. We stood by the lift and as I pressed the button the doors opened, I looked at the levels and pressed the button for level 10.
But then we started to descend! What was happening? My stomach raced quickly to my mouth as we dived 10 floors below. We stopped and a fear emerged -would I become claustrophobic here? I couldn’t bear to think of being 10 levels below the earth’s surface!
We left the lift and entered what I realised was the large basement of the building just as our reason for being here became apparent: we had to clear the basement of what was no longer needed!
What an auspicious dream as the Chinese would say! Wht a prophetic dream as the Oracle at Delphi would have said!
“Dreams are today’s answers to tomorrow’s questions. “
But how amazing! I suddenly realised that was what I had been doing for the past six months, cleaning out my “inner” basement of old fears, judgements, self doubt, perceptions and even roles in life!
I finished my brunch of grilled tomatoes, goat’s cheese and avocado before walking back barefoot along the beach, ruminating on this wonderful discovery.
“Dreams are illustrations… from the book your soul is writing about you. ”