Reflections on a Winter Solstice Night
We do not know what the ancient Druids believed, or exactly how their philosophy embraced the concept of the mistletoe. But, because the wisdom contained in Nature is perennial, it's always waiting to be re-discovered, through detailed observation and appreciation. Blessed Mean Geimredh (Pronounced Mun Geery) and Yule, to all!
The Mistletoe, seen growing tight to its host, but without roots, teaches us of relationships. Seemingly fed from an Otherworld source, it is considered sacred when found in the venerable Oak and is a visual reminder that within nature, the Gods of Upper, Middle and Lower Worlds are closely intertwined to us. It speaks of the value of tenacity, in that what may seem gone forever, can suddenly appear again, stronger than before. This flash of life within the frozen depths, reminds us of an imminent promise fulfilled; that we will soon return to warmth, comfort and health. It tells us not to give up hope, for the Gods are with us always, though they may not be apparent, at times. Just as the Mistletoe, golden-green and fruiting within the darkest time of Winter, while the Oak it lives upon is in deepest slumber; we are shown by example, the cycle of all that is. As Otherworld time flows counter to our own, so the yearly round of seasons runs, mirror-imaged, from one hemisphere, to another. Smaller and vaster cycles are embedded within and overlay these courses of existence. Our greatest source of nourishment is found, in these Other Worlds. From life to death, to life again; the pendulum swings, the wind-swept branch blows, but through all storms, we will remain steadfast.
The Mistletoe, seen growing tight to its host, but without roots, teaches us of relationships. Seemingly fed from an Otherworld source, it is considered sacred when found in the venerable Oak and is a visual reminder that within nature, the Gods of Upper, Middle and Lower Worlds are closely intertwined to us. It speaks of the value of tenacity, in that what may seem gone forever, can suddenly appear again, stronger than before. This flash of life within the frozen depths, reminds us of an imminent promise fulfilled; that we will soon return to warmth, comfort and health. It tells us not to give up hope, for the Gods are with us always, though they may not be apparent, at times. Just as the Mistletoe, golden-green and fruiting within the darkest time of Winter, while the Oak it lives upon is in deepest slumber; we are shown by example, the cycle of all that is. As Otherworld time flows counter to our own, so the yearly round of seasons runs, mirror-imaged, from one hemisphere, to another. Smaller and vaster cycles are embedded within and overlay these courses of existence. Our greatest source of nourishment is found, in these Other Worlds. From life to death, to life again; the pendulum swings, the wind-swept branch blows, but through all storms, we will remain steadfast.