I love how you tie together the original traditions of lights during winter. It’s not something we think about often, there is just a acceptance and even desire for that twinkle of something bright during this time. Yet it’s a beautiful reminder of the deeper context of why, and how it nourishes us in the darkness. Nice to come back to these ancestral ways. Especially because there is so much artificial light these days, many people anyway don’t experience this total dark - which I feel is a deep and important medicine on its own, and a pillar to celebrate the lights that are lit in recognition of it. It opens the opportunity for us to illuminate the night with our candles and sacred lights. So beautiful. Thank you. I always love the holy lights that sparkle in these dark days. My favourite memories are that of my families Christmas tree when I was growing up, a centre of such joy in the the household for me and my sister.
Hi Marija, I think you are exactly correct deep darkness, natural darkness, created in the absence of artificial light is Medicine. Thanks for reminding me of that.
How I would wait for the blue lights to be strung on the tree. I would sit for a long time drinking them in, holding them to my heart, their cleansing and clearing energy.
My favourite memory when I was younger is of all my family together. I remember the room was dark with only light from the TV, the coloured tree lights and the light through the door of the dining room. They were watching TV and laughing and it was the most cozy, hygge feeling I've ever experienced. Now my mums gone, family fractured and don't really speak to me, but I hope its one memory I'll never forget.
Oh my goodness! Christmas memories of lights! When I was little my dad would take me to see the Hilton Oak tree in Wilmington, NC. It was an ancient Live Oak, hundreds and hundreds of years old! Each year the city would cover this beautiful, ancient Oak with what seemed to be thousands of lights to my little girl eyes. It was a wonder to behold and even had beautiful Christmas music emanating from somewhere high up in the branches. My dad told me that the music came from Angels singing high in the boughs. I believed him. Why wouldn’t they be?
The beautiful Live Oak is gone now. It became to diseased and unstable to be safe anymore so the city decided it best to cut it down but not before I was able to take my then little boy son to experience the beauty of the Hilton Oak tree at Christmas. ❤️
I love how you tie together the original traditions of lights during winter. It’s not something we think about often, there is just a acceptance and even desire for that twinkle of something bright during this time. Yet it’s a beautiful reminder of the deeper context of why, and how it nourishes us in the darkness. Nice to come back to these ancestral ways. Especially because there is so much artificial light these days, many people anyway don’t experience this total dark - which I feel is a deep and important medicine on its own, and a pillar to celebrate the lights that are lit in recognition of it. It opens the opportunity for us to illuminate the night with our candles and sacred lights. So beautiful. Thank you. I always love the holy lights that sparkle in these dark days. My favourite memories are that of my families Christmas tree when I was growing up, a centre of such joy in the the household for me and my sister.
Hi Marija, I think you are exactly correct deep darkness, natural darkness, created in the absence of artificial light is Medicine. Thanks for reminding me of that.
How I would wait for the blue lights to be strung on the tree. I would sit for a long time drinking them in, holding them to my heart, their cleansing and clearing energy.
Blue lights….beautiful! So interesting that you would remember it as “drinking them in” an experience that waters the soul.
My favourite memory when I was younger is of all my family together. I remember the room was dark with only light from the TV, the coloured tree lights and the light through the door of the dining room. They were watching TV and laughing and it was the most cozy, hygge feeling I've ever experienced. Now my mums gone, family fractured and don't really speak to me, but I hope its one memory I'll never forget.
Hold on to that memory, it means something and has a value all its own. Tuck it away in your heart and remember it often.
Oh my goodness! Christmas memories of lights! When I was little my dad would take me to see the Hilton Oak tree in Wilmington, NC. It was an ancient Live Oak, hundreds and hundreds of years old! Each year the city would cover this beautiful, ancient Oak with what seemed to be thousands of lights to my little girl eyes. It was a wonder to behold and even had beautiful Christmas music emanating from somewhere high up in the branches. My dad told me that the music came from Angels singing high in the boughs. I believed him. Why wouldn’t they be?
The beautiful Live Oak is gone now. It became to diseased and unstable to be safe anymore so the city decided it best to cut it down but not before I was able to take my then little boy son to experience the beauty of the Hilton Oak tree at Christmas. ❤️
How beautiful to imagine an Oak filled with a choir of angels!
I think I was eight years old! 😊
Thank You ,
You’re welcome Coleen. Thanks for reading today.
I did the same as a child. This is one important spontaneous ritual that that year after year brings joy.