We are heading into that deep time of inner contemplation, when to be in rhythm with the seasons means slowed activity and cozy times. It is anathema that we are asked by our American culture to rush out to the malls to buy presents, to lots or farms to cut down trees, to go out and attend holiday parties with friends and coworkers, and to go to airports, get on planes and move in time and space with hundreds of our earthmates.
A time of natural hibernation has turned into a time of flurry, exposure, and hyperactivity.
So I breathe and go down into the cave of my heart. I close my eyes, and with my awareness, journey down to my heart. Within my heart is a cozy cave where there is a warm fire glowing. Images and information flash on the walls of the cave, illuminated by the flames. My power animals and teaching spirits are there. I feel safe and whole there. And I can go out from there in this time of cultural incongruence with peace and tranquility, and hope that the sale at Macy’s lasts another day.