We’re moving steadily and certainly from Samhein to Yule. What Dylan Thomas called “the close and holy darkness” enfolds us a little bit earlier every evening, making the spot of light from your lamp, fireplace, or candleflame into a precious island — a warm, safe spot in the ocean of night.
I’ve always loved driving past houses at night and seeing the light in windows. Maybe it’s me being nosy, loving the glimpse of someone’s living room or kitchen that’s not visible during the day. Maybe it’s the comfort of knowing there are others around — families sitting down to eat, an old man reading by the fireside, a pair of lovers kissing before they close the curtains. And maybe it’s just the joy of an archipelago — lots of tiny islands.
I’ve noticed that this year my neighbors are decorating for Yule quite early. And normally, I complain. “It ruins the whole season when they start it so early! By the time it comes, I’m sick of it.” But this year, I don’t mind. I understand. We all need some light, and safety, and warmth this year.
May it be so for you.
Picture found here.