Morning meditation, chanting/singing “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel” on my Hindu prayer beads. A phrase in the sixth stanza struck a chord:
“Love stir within the womb of night….”
The dark nights of winter can seem depressing. These long nights can also be a time of renewing, resting, of taking care of our selves. Like bears hibernating.
These times seem dark and frightening, with such deep polarization, self-centeredness, greed, hatred, fear. We have lost our selves.
In the womb of this social night, what love might stir? What love might we nourish to birth in this night? How may we, individually and collectively, take care in this night and come to our selves? Like a baby in a woman’s womb.
“Love stir within the womb of night….”
Love being born in us, even in the night. Feel it stirring?