As the year turns all too quickly, the days in your life are
growing, the light lengthens then fades, shadow takes over for a while and this
miracle of twelve months is gone almost without us noticing.
Peace appears as
rays of light, candles kindled stand in for the sun rays and your smile
captures the moment, of this a birthday, a solar return where the sun is once
more as it was at the time you came here to us. The sun swung that night around
to the frost hardened brightness of your first morning and you came skinside,
crossing the threshold to be with us. I felt at that time as if I would burst
with love, a full cup of it drunk and my voice brightened to a new timbre ~ I
was now a mother.
A year was filled with bells and voices, rattles and songs,
footfalls and heartbeats. Carrying you close we gloried in the bright tree
blessings of your first midwinter, and the snow that fell from a bright
cloudless sky to make your first snowman of a day-star winter. As the year
swung around and the twelve days gathered us into the waiting dark of new-year
misrule; and with a solstice ember, we remembered the path that had brought us
here, to the cusp of a new beginning as family, a couple no longer. We stood at
the starless crossroads with new friends to receive the blessings of bread of
the hearth, the waters of life, the spark of the dawn and the salt of the
earth.
It struck me the time of your birth that no place was
liminal any more, there were no transitions, and no in-betweens, I was and am
your mother and I was a stage you knew well, so you trod the boards and
wondered where we were going together. There is
just us, no ending and no beginning; what we do in each moment is
enough, amidst the rush of ever changing lights and the whistling wind of a new
year, your second one on the earth, breathing its way into our minds. We three
are conspirators, bouncing off the winter stars and raising our expectations at
this moment.
Earlier today you have wondered what I am up to in the
heat-steaming kitchen. Here I am with cake, and peace appears as candles,
standing in the centre of the sun-ray world, your smile forming as friends and
grandparents arrive, faces and voices lighting up your world. I am holding a
candle to your year; a miracle, almost gone without our noticing.
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