At this time of the year many, especially the
elderly, find the long darkness of winter difficult. As one woman wrote to me,
‘This is always a bad time of the year for me. I seem to go down as the
darkness descends and only pick up a bit when it starts to get light again.’
It is
no wonder, therefore, that our ancestors in the West grew fearful at this time
of the year, and lit beseeching fires that the Sun might not die but recover. And
each year, with the coming of the Winter Solstice, they regarded with wonder
the rebirth of the Sun, as light began to return, redeeming the darkness. The
old Celtic spirituality was deeply rooted in Nature, and it is from Nature that
we learn the ultimate lesson: that at the moment of deepest darkness light
returns – at midnight noon is born.