As the sun fades in the winter sky, a strange feeling of death comes over me. It’s not death in the usual sense, but a cyclical death, felt within. My Solar chakra, the seat of life, and a seasonal link within me feels the energy of the sun setting in a late winter afternoon. A loss that feels so real to me, not something that I can articulate, but an inner feeling of the cycle of life, death and rebirth.
They say that we die everyday, a metaphor for all living beings, something profound and mystical. The ebb and flow of the breath of life. The sun feels like it’s taking its final breaths and the sky becomes darker the air becomes cooler. I feel this sadness within me as the day comes to a close, a lonely aching of loss. As I look out the window longing for the sunlight I am reminded of the ancient world lost in time; no longer in human memory, yet it can be felt.
In the dying warm glow of the sun setting, its beauty still radiates and its magical powers awaken my soul. There is enough energy here to ignite my mind’s mystical spirit to carry me through the night, and revive me with the sunrise and the sound of the birds dawn chorus.
Summer sunsets are a different kind of sunset, they are somehow refreshing not sad like a winter sunset. There is new life first thing in the morning in summer sunshine and vibrant colours to appreciate with the thrum of nature busy at work. Winter is more sleepy and rested although the sunshine is bright. Renewal of life is still present but lacking in vigor as the sun’s energy is not so intense. The cycle of sunshine is something that always seems tied to my life like nothing else. Grateful for its power and its spiritual transcendence throughout my existence, to breathe and acknowledge its presence within me like an ancient calling from so long ago.
This time of year I feel so deeply ingrained in my soul and as day turns to night I feel the flame of life slowly extinguishing. So surreal yet loving, until tomorrow to begin all over again.
