Tomalo de Corazon

Dzibilchaltun, a Mayan site north of Mérida


Take it to Heart

Today we mark the winter solstice. Although the name solstice comes from sun, sol, and stop, stit, nothing stops.

When we observe and connect to our surroundings, concentrate on the natural flow of life, we are reciprocally connecting with all of humanity—past, present and future. Perhaps rebirth is the best metaphor for this season—new beginnings.

Observe the cultures preceding us. All have marked the positions of the sun, moon and stars to make sense of basic time—the day, the month, seasons. They celebrated these celestial events as we do with our festivals, spending time with loved ones, feasting, singing, dancing and making fires.

This is the pivotal time for determining the basics of our survival. This is the time that sets the days before the planting of crops, the mating and migration of animals and harvests. This is the time we renew our souls, our minds our spirits to find strength and direction for the coming year.      

It is a cleansing tradition, a celebration of the continuity of life, death, rebirth and whatever Gods we choose to represent that continuum—on and on and on!   

A Dream of Moon and Salt Water


I dream of the full moon in November

Sunset and moonrise coincide

The surging tide ignores its limits

I seek the extreme point of beach left exposed

A careful look for that place where fish will surely be

I cast my line far out into the surf

Then wait

My old friends find me

First a fat Striped Bass

There are more

Each, save one I will eat, is returned to its element with love

I flop down—breathless on the still warm sand

The moonlight charges me like a crystal

And I return to the phosphorescent night waters

For another test

A test of what

I ask myself

No test at all

Just here to feel the wildness—that remains