The longest night of the year

Many of us celebrate the beginning of a new cycle at this time of the year.

Today, what we all have in common is this feeling of fragility in the face of factors over which we have no control. Nature has been powerful and ruthless in many places. What we have seen reminds us of how small and vulnerable we are in the vastness of the universe.

We witness, powerless, the events that occur more and more and destroy people’s life. The measures we must take to minimize this don’t have immediate and miraculous results that could save us from the unconsciousness that we have committed.

But hope remains, and our ancestors have already celebrated this hope. Their celebrations had beautiful and magical timeless elements.

Among the diverse rituals, there is a common factor: we are better when we unite and try to improve the days by bringing them light, balance, and solidarity.

This celebration’s time coincides with what was once a pagan festival – the winter solstice celebrations. On December 21st, the longest night of the year, the ancients celebrated nature, made offerings to the gods, decorated their houses with green branches, made big bonfires, and, together with their families, asked for the winter to pass quickly.

I wish this light, and this warmth illuminates the coming times and bring us peace, health, and happiness.