The birth of a divine child and savior at the winter solstice has formed a central part of spiritual beliefs throughout the world since the beginning of history — in ancient Egypt as the birth of Horus, the birth of Miras in Persia, the birth of Jesus at Christmas, the birth of the spiritual son at Alban Arthan of the Druids.

These celebrations have tapped into a universal spiritual principle that is just as relevant now as it was then.

Symbolized as a child just as the winter sun is at its weakest, it will grow until reaching its full strength at the summer solstice — just as the spirit grows within a prepared individual to transform them completely from inner darkness to light.

— from belsebubb.com on Winter Solstice.

People. I cannot help but think — no, know — on a deep inner level, that not much is different now as it was then. Thousands and thousands of years ago. It’s always been about the balance of light and dark, within us and others. How that must exist, it can’t not exist. And it’s okay. It’s all more than okay.

There’s a universal force out there that loves us. This I know for sure.

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”  ~ Lewis Carroll

{Winter Solstice, Northern Hemisphere: December 20 – 23}