Winter Solstice seems to call for celebration – the light is returning, the light is returning. Daylight will last longer and longer. Hurray.

I feel sad to see the dark go, so it makes me  wonder about our relationship to the dark –

– the beauty, magnificence and mystery of the night and its depths. At summer Solstice, I don’t hear the same excitement for entering the dark cycle of the year. I don’t hear resounding hurrays for the dark’s  return.

We’re still singing our jubilation for the longest day of sunlight.

Shouldn’t we also be singing hallelujah for the day to shorten and the longer nights to return?