oneword: solstice

A time to celebrate the changing of the guard. The shift of season. The coming of the new. I take solace in knowing that the solstice exists. Year after year, regardless of the tears or the cheers, it arrives. Pure and whole, the sun pauses. Its power smolders, its importance emanates, it radiates, but it pauses still. Twice a year, at the very least, we should pause too. On the shortest day or the longest day, we should pause and consider the sacredness of our existence. We exist because the sun exists, because there is a light so bright and so warm and so beautiful that we can do nothing else but exist. Despite our doubts and our fears and our dark tendencies, the light resonates so brightly and so truly. The solstice speaks, and it says, "Just be. Be good. Be free."