In the Northern hemisphere, the Summer Solstice marks the longest day of the year, while at the same time in the Southern hemisphere, their Winter solstice signals the shortest day. Solstice—from the Latin “sol” or sun, and “sistere” or standing still. Reminds me of a bit about the Jera rune:
Signifies the point where everything turns around—embodies the idea that there’s a divine spark in the empty space between one phase and another… tells us to live from a place of radical trust and open our hearts to whatever will be… (I think this is from “The Old Girls Book of Spells” by Cal Garrison, full of crone wisdom and positive affirmations.)
Some of life’s great stresses come from those inbetween times as we end one phase of our life and begin another. We may hang on to the old or go off on strange tangents—anything to avoid a void, or patch up an empty space. Easier, it seems, than being still, being receptive, being grace. Traversing the void is, inherently, a process of faith, in ourselves and/or in a greater reality.
Here’s Jack Kerouac in On the Road, opening his heart to whatever will be, in the midst of betwixt and between:
I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up. I had just gotten over a serious illness that I won’t bother to talk about, except that it had something to do with that miserably weary split-up and my feeling that everything was dead. With the coming of Dean Moriarty began the part of my life you could call my life on the road.