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The Birth of the Divine Child

 

The Muse often gifts me with word pictures that come through fully formed and downloaded into my miracle mind. This was one such offering that ‘wrote me’ 7 years ago. I pull it out this time of year and am honored to read it at an annual Solstice event held at my friends Deva and Stan’s home. The ritual involves a meditation, sitting connected to the 30-40 some others snuggled into their cozy living room, dining room and up the staircase. The fireplace holds smoldering wood, as part of the comfort from the winter chill, although the sense of tribe amongst those gathered adds an even greater protection. We then write on a card what it is that we want to release from this year, symbolically placing it into the Yule log that is passed around. Then I read the poem. I know it well and it has become a part of me and yet this year, something odd happened. A few minutes prior to the time, my voice nearly disappeared, as if it had gotten swept away and all I could manage was a squeak, in preparation. Uh oh….I thought I would have to ask someone else to read it instead. Since I speak for a living, anytime my voice goes on vacation, a little bit of panic ensues.  I have been doing more in that realm since my book came out, so I am even more aware of the need for vocal care. As I began, I apologized in advance. Deva handed me the microphone and the woman sitting next to me, placed a bracelet on my arm that had beautiful and apparently healing embued stones on it . At that moment, I was able to ‘turn squeak into sultry’ and even though my voice was a wee bit hushed, the words came through. Now I share them with you:

 

The Birth of   The Divine Child

As winter’s darkness descends, our hearts tremble. But is it of fear or celebration?  Dread of the shadow or anticipation of the Light?   Ask of the voice within that knows all things for what they are. And wait in silence for the answer to arise. Still your mind of the busy chatter that fills it to capacity with all that does not serve.  Within the comfort of the shadow realms, take a moment to look about. Put aside your trepidation, for in truth, there is no cause to hide. We are of that soft shadow just we are of the Light that will soon replace it. In order for new life to spring forth, the seeds of that anticipated growth require the blanket of rich, moist soil to embrace them. The intelligence within those seeds knows that they must lie dormant for a bit. Think that they worry? Not likely, for they are one with nature. They know no separation. So why must we?

 

On December 21st, we welcome the birth of the New Solar year and the onset of winter. God and Goddess dance as one in the forms of the Great Mother and Sun Child. Swirling and soaring, melting the chill from our bones and souls. Enticing us to join in the ballet of Being. Crimson like the blood that flows through our veins, moss green that carpets the earth, feather white that gently blankets the reaching branches, stretching to the heavens, asking for a blessing from All That Is.  The message from the One is of trust that all is well, despite appearances. It is of shifting our focus from darkness to light, from terror to safety, from condemnation to affirmation.

 

As the Light ascends, so too do we.  Rising from the depths of self-doubt into certainty. Expanding from our limited view of what we can do into All that we Are. Surrendering with arms cast wide in the knowing that we will be safely carried into the next moment. Recognizing the sacred in each act of love, each word of support, each thought of kindness. Seeing the Highest in each soul. Embracing what is so.  Cultivating wisdom. Creating from our hearts’ desires. Emboldening our passions. Singing a celestial song with words of Divine origin. Stretching our comfort zones.

And as we do this, we witness the Birth of the Divine Child within us.  Blessed Be.

Edie Weinstein
copyright   2004

 

http://youtu.be/8C4mfpIM7qM  The Winter Solstice Song by Lisa Thiel



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