solar/god/ess
Ah, it’s 86 degrees and Summer is upon us.
If I were convinced of the cause-and-effect nature of prayer (an idea to which I am only intermittedly a convert), then I would say the now-sunny weather has everything to do with the fact that we remembered on Solstice.
Our annual Monkfish Abbey Solstice party/worship fest was all candlelight and fire light and spinning torches. Fire and flame in the back yard — our burnt sacrifice offered as an act of thanksgiving for the Sun and her Source. We are a pagan-y people.
It strikes me, in the afterglow of this fire-ringed night, that perhaps there is no better a metaphor for God than our ever present guiding orb — transendent for before it’s intensity no being can stand, yet as intimate as our own sunburnt skin.
What else can be said but “dayeanu” — we are thankful.
May the blessing of light be upon you
like a great fire
beckoning all to come in out of the cold.
Rachelle
Hi Rachelle, I thought of you lovingly on the Solstice last week imagining how you might be celebrating. I wondered though, being in the tropics on vacation, where the quantity of light barely changes and there is abundant sunshine, how that metaphor for God might work differently for the people there. Also, this year has been an amazing one for me of discovering the God of darkness, the God of the vast night sky and ocean depths. The fire and the darkness seem to need each other in equal measure.
Blessings on you summer and revel in the light! Christine