Winter Solstice Readings and More

I wrote a post for winter solstice 2022 with a collection of poems, quotations, and other things to read on the shortest night of the year, also known as Yule (possibly from the Old Norse word jõl, which was their solstice festival). A year later, here we are again with darkness and light changing their balance. Given that the movements of sun, moon and earth have been observed and experienced by humans since before recorded history it's quite possible that the solstice celebrations are the oldest ritual observances in the world.

This year I'm going beyond readings to engage some other senses, although in doing some of the explorations for this post I learned one of the Persian winter solstice traditions is to read poetry and I'm not leaving it out. 

The Persian phrase "shab-e yald" means "night of birth." One of the Persian traditions  for shab-e yald involves "Fal e Hafez." In that practice a person opens a copy of the Diwan e Hafez, the book of poetry by Hafez, and reads the last verse of whatever poem is on that page. This is received as a prediction of their destiny for the coming year. What might you find looking into one of your favorite books, whether or not it's poetry, if you practiced a bit of bibliomancy?

Sound: This year I give you a soundtrack to go with the readings: the album A Winter's Solstice by Windham Hill that I first listened to years ago. They have a whole series so you can keep listening with A Winter's Solstice II and beyond.

Taste: To take your Yule to the next level you may want to bake a yule log cake, also known as a Bûche De Noël in French. I tried to years ago and didn't make it across the line with the meringue mushroom decorations and all the rest, but maybe someday.

• Recipe for Bûche De Noël (Yule Log) from Sally's Baking Addiction
• Vegan Chocolate Yule Log from Crumbs & Caramel

Touch: From an article on the winter solstice in the Irish tradition I learned the triskelion spiral is associated with some of the ancient standing stones and tombs that align with the sun's position on solstice, although they pre-date the arrival of the Celts by about 2,500 years. Early in the pandemic I found WayStones, a shop that makes labyrinth balls and flat pieces, both of which can be traced with your finger. The flat piece I bought back then got broken and I've been meaning to replace it; I'll watch for when she has one of her triskelion pieces in colors I want. 

Balance: Why include "balance" on a list organized around the senses? Your senses provide input telling you where and how you are in the world. Your sense of balance has multiple sources in the body; it's an important and often overlooked form of input. However, it's not overlooked if you have vertigo attacks, which I do occasionally, or long-term vertigo. (Recommended reading: Balance: In Search of the Lost Sense, by Scott McCredie.)

Walking a labyrinth is a form of touch, with your feet on the ground, as well as an exercise in balance as you spiral inward and out again. Read Antonia Malchik's beautiful piece, "The Gravity of a Labyrinth," and find labyrinths near you with this labyrinth locator.

Sight: Some of the imagery associated with druidic beliefs involve the Holly King (symbolized by a wren and ruling from Midsummer to Midwinter) being defeated by the Oak King (symbolized by a robin and ruling from Midwinter to Midsummer). Mistletoe is also associated with this day since it is green through the winter, symbolizing the continuation of life. This explains some of those "Christmas" card designs with holly, mistletoe, and birds.

And now for some poetry—as always, I'm providing a link to the full poem and providing an excerpt here.

Poetry

"Winter Solstice" by Ray McNiece

Late December grinds on down.

The sky stops, slate on slate,

scatters a cold light of snow

across a field of brittle weeds.

"Yule Winter Prayer" by Patti Wiginton

From the reaches of the north,

A place of cold beauty,

Comes to us the first winter storm.

"Winter Solstice" by Hilda Morley

A cold night crosses
our path
                  The world appears
very large, very
round now       extending
far as the moon does

"At Winter Solstice" by Dolores Stewart Riccio

Now we go comforted
in dreams and ceremonies,
flaming our star-speck candles,
raising our voices against that other music,
drowning out the forever
at night’s heart.

"Winter Solstice Chant" by Annie Finch (this is the entire poem)

Vines, leaves, roots of darkness, growing,
now you are uncurled and cover our eyes
with the edge of winter sky
leaning over us in icy stars.
Vines, leaves, roots of darkness, growing,
come with your seasons, your fullness, your end.

"Winter Solstice 2019" by Diane Di Prima

The fact is: the Light will increase
It always does
Whether we think it should
or not. No matter how determined
we are to be gloomy.

"Solstice" by Barbara Crooker

And this is the shortest day of the year.
Still, in almost every window,
a single candle burns,
there are tiny white lights
on evergreens and pines,
and the darkness is not complete.

"A Winter Solstice Prayer" by Edward Hays

May we find hope in the lights we have kindled on this sacred night,
hope in one another and in all who form the web-work of peace and justice
that spans the world.

"Shab-e Yalda" by Passim

A shadow casts across a closing sky
where crowds will meet to bid the night good-bye.
With hushed excitement, waiting now respite;
in silence but for night hawks eerie cry.

Susan Cooper was one of my favorite authors long, long ago with her series The Dark Is Rising. She also wrote a children's book, The Shortest Day (*affiliate link), with her poem illustrated by Carson Ellis.

"The Shortest Day" by Susan Cooper

And so the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.

"Winter's Sweet, Sweet Song" by Damh the Bard

And my honouring of a year nearly gone,
In harmony with the Sun,
And Winter’s sweet, sweet song.

In closing, a poem that isn't about the solstice specifically, but seems to fit the longest night of the year. The entire poem is presented here, with a link to the source where I read it.

"What to Do in the Darkness" by Marilyn McEntire

Go slowly
Consent to it
But don't wallow in it
Know it as a place of germination
And growth
Remember the light
Take an outstretched hand if you find one
Exercise unused senses
Find the path by walking it
Practice trust
Watch for dawn

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