Golden pink curtain.
Warm farewell caress to hills,
Ceding sky to stars.
Whether you are sitting on your own back porch – or on vacation at a lodge in the Swiss Alps – even out walking the dog in the neighborhood as evening approaches …. Those few moments when the sun has just slipped below the horizon and it is now dark enough for the stars to appear … you may find you want to slow down. You probably want to stop and face into the west. You are silent even if just for a moment and you breathe in the beauty and exhale a ‘thank you’.
When the weather is pleasant, it is not unusual for those in my neighborhood to open doors and come outside as evening approaches. Sometimes we gather and talk a bit. . . . and then, at the moment the sun is going behind the Tunnel Hill Road across the canyon and up into the mountain vista / Inspiration Point, we pause. Someone will verbalize how beautiful the sky is to the west. Another will note the beauty of the stars as they begin to appear. A third will raise their head and feel the breeze and the air temperature and then say something about that also. There is a lull in the conversation as we enjoy the moment and consider with gratitude our good fortune to live in a neighborhood with friends of good heart. Friends who know the importance of gathering as the day is transitioning into night and enjoy the beauty of these precious moments.
This in a small way is ceremony wherein there is an honoring of the transition from light to dark. We are moving fully into the time of darkness wherein the heart is in transcendence. The cocoon of sacred night approaches. A blanket of stars is wrapped about us by the Great Mother. The Hand of Her Love guides the Universe, and all is as it should be.
Photo of the Swiss Alps at sunset. I do not know the source of this photo
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