Today the sun stops moving. That is, the movement of it’s position north to south stops in relation to the earth and for just a moment, from our perspective, the sun stands completely still. It is stillness while also in motion.
I believe there is something very deep to uncover in truth when contemplating this.
As we turn an orbital corner today while living on a planet for which tonight is the longest darkness of what we call a year, it is important to remember that for those of us in the North, tomorrow brings a move toward the lengthening of what we call day light. As this happens, may we all remember to be still for a moment ourselves. The motion of deconstruction with death and hibernation in winter, when seen from this stillness, in my book is a time to celebrate.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
-William Shakespeare, Richard III
“He saw something that makes a man doubtful of the constancy of the realities outside himself. It was the shocking discovery that makes a man wonder if I’ve missed this, what else have I failed to see? …I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.”
-John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
I’ve never seen you look like this without a reason
Another promise fallen through, another season passes by you
So take that look out of here, it doesn’t fit you
Because it’s happened doesn’t mean you’ve been discarded
Pull up your head off the floor, come up screaming
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can’t stay here with every single hope you had shattered
I’m not expecting to grow flowers in a desert
But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime
In a big country, dreams stay with you