Yesterday, we fulfilled a promise to our kayaks...and they fulfilled a promise to us. For the months during which we were away from home this year, they patiently waited, knowing that they would again feel the refreshing caress of the sea and the wind on their streamlined hulls and decks. They knew their paddlers would return.
At the same time, we had looked forward to the day when we would again feel their gentle and responsive companionship, their promise of freedom, and their listening “ear” as we explored familiar coves and shoreline crannies together. Yes, I “talk” to my kayak...but perhaps it’s more of a silent and subliminal sharing of thoughts and meditations. Like a cherished friend, it listens, affirms my presence, encourages my pondering - and forgives my mistakes. Its lively, three-axial movements in the water, spark both ideas and contemplations.
The winter solstice...
And then it began its new journey...all the way towards the summer solstice.
I must honour this occasion. So, on this day of the "Longest Night", I will ensure that the promises made to care for and respect this fragile planet are carried out, the promises made to care for others are fulfilled, and the promise of self-care, made to myself, is honoured.
This day and this night can pass by unnoticed or they can be seen as an opportunity to ensure that actions match words, and that best intentions become demonstrated practices.
As the days begin to lengthen, it is an opportunity to be deeply honest with ourselves, to believe in ourselves, and in the inherent goodness of all people everywhere. It is a time to allow the gathering light to illuminate reasons for thankfulness, optimism and hope. It is a day to promise to always look for the beauty and the grace in every human being - and then find it.