Suddenly this week I am being kissed awake by the Sun again. It is delightful rising up through consciousness to that warm touch and laying there in bright bliss for a time before leaving that intense caress. By the time I get downstairs the Sun is now high enough through the East facing window to be a presence where I write, continuing to warm my thoughts and illuminate my relationship with words, a kind of ménage á trois: the Sun, the words, and me.
My solar lover is back from the Southern Hemisphere where, for the past six months, they have been kissing awake other writers, other activists, other artists. I am not the jealous type so am always simply delighted to welcome the blessed Sun back from lying across other beds, kissing other faces, heating up other lives. In fact I so adore the writers, activists, and artists The Sun has been kissing and caressing while away from me that it is as if I too were there kissing and caressing them in bright bliss. That fills my heart with joy.
In any case I have not been alone for the past six months. I and other writers, activists, and artists, have been held in the exquisite embrace of the long regenerative nights. The sacred dark has made love to me and to many of us in the North. The sacred dark has rocked us to sleep each night since last September. I have been well loved and healed in that sacred dark embrace, and heavens know this particular year many of us as writers, activist, and artists in the North, needed that more than any year in my memory. Yet, I am happy to let the long nights slip away to delight in the South for the next six months. After half a year of the Sun’s passion my friends in the Southern hemisphere need the regenerative deep dreaming that comes with being held in the arms of the Dark, and we in the North need the passion and energy that comes with the Sun’s touch.
So it goes, every six months the cycle of blessed light and sacred dark continues to shift in our Earth’s journey through space. For those of you in the South may the lengthening night’s embrace bring you healing and repose. May each night’s kiss be a delight and reminder that you are beloved and deserve all the joys of the long nights. May the Moon and stars fill you with wonder and tenderness and wild flights of dreaming.
For those of us in the Northern Hemisphere, may the Sun’s return infuse every cell of our bodies with passion and strength. May the growing light illuminate our way. May the Sun’s fiery touch fuel our passions. May the heat of it boil our blood for justice. May the warm rays caress us from bud to blossom to fruit. May the center of every atom in our bodies vibrate in joyful resonance with the our solar lover.
I am profoundly grateful to be lovers with the Blessed Light and Sacred Dark, and to share them with all of you in this cycle of divine polyamorous life.
Blessed Be.