I know that Winter is almost over but, before it goes, I have to document how it began for me, not just to share it with other people but to have it written somewhere for myself. It was no ordinary start to Winter and it left an indelible impression on me, my spirit and my life. It was the most spiritual event of my life to date and an experience that I will carry with me everyday for the rest of my time on this Earth.
Monday, December 20th, started like any other day before Yule in my home, with the morning hustle and bustle of getting ready for work and school and rushing out the door to get to these places on time. Everything was ready to make the Yule log – the log itself had been trimmed up, the holes for the bayberry candles were drilled into it and the greenery was waiting in a basket outside to stay fresh until it would be placed upon it. Vases in the house were full of pine branches and holly. Candles were placed around the house to let light and warmth shine in our home and in our life. The tree was set up on the front enclosed porch of our house with 600 white lights on it ready to twinkle the night away. After my husband and son departed for the day, I sat with my morning coffee and decompressed before going to work, meditating on what the evening and the next day would bring. This was to be a very powerful night. Not only was Winter Solstice to begin after but it was to be a full moon with a total eclipse of the moon. The last time a total lunar eclipse coincided with a Solstice was in the year 1638 and it would not occur again until 2094. A clear but very cold night was forecast, all the better to see the full moon and the eclipse.
After dinner that night, I worked on putting together the Yule log, carefully wiring in layer after layer of small pine branches and holly with a pinecone tucked in here and there, a meditative activity all in itself. When it was finished, I lit the bayberry candles and the other candles throughout the house and settled in for a short Winter’s nap with my husband on the sofa. We had decided that we would just get a couple hours of sleep and wake up around to see the eclipse. I moved in and out of sleep for a while, something like excitement coursing through me. I felt like a child on Christmas Eve who is anxiously awaiting Santa’s arrival. But, finally, I gave in to unconsciousness.
The alarm on my phone went off at , “The Nutcracker Suite” by the Brian Setzer Orchestra jolting me from my slumber. I jumped up off the sofa and hurried to the front porch to see if I could catch a glimpse of the moon through the barren tree in front of my house. There it was! I dashed back to the living room and gave the hubby a shake. “Come on,” I said, “it’s time.” Then I ran upstairs to my son’s room and woke him from his deep sleep, telling him that he could not miss an event that would not happen again in his lifetime. We quickly bundled up in heavy coats, hats and gloves and went outside to the backyard. An icy wind blew from the North, heralding the arrival of Winter and almost taking our breath away. I turned and looked up. Totality was just about to occur, the moon almost covered by the Earth’s shadow, an amber halo beginning to form. It was surrounded by stars which are normally not in view because of ambient light and the sky seemed darker, more vast. The wind suddenly ceased and all the world went quiet. I huddled with my son as my husband tried to capture the event on video and digital camera.
In that moment, I felt a sudden grounding to the earth beneath my feet, like I was held in place by a huge magnet, but there was also a tug from inside me, at my solar plexus, like my spirit wanted to take flight from my body. My heart pounded away and my breath seemed to be stuck in my chest somewhere. Tears stung my eyes. I’m still not really sure why. I felt suspended in time and space, like everything in the world had stopped. And then…totality. A great noise enveloped me, like that of ocean waves and I thought I heard whispers on the wind. Again, the wind slowed and I let a long cleansing breath out, like the first breath after being born or the last breath upon dying. There was a rush through every part of my body, a tingling like static electricity. The wind gusted again and I held my son closer, also leaning against my husband. “Happy Yule,” I whispered to them.