so it happens to be christmas. I don’t care much about christmas. Neither christian christmas or pagan “christmas”. (well, the Swedish word for christmas luckily doesn’t even have christ in it: “jul”! — god jul!). Anyway, what people like to think of, even if they’re not christians, is that at christmas, the return of light is celebrated and that this cause for celebration is way older than christmas., so we don’t need to bother about jesus or christ or whoever else. Which is good, I suppose, but that’s not my point. I just don’t want the light. Even january light — the few hour it is light — is unbearable, and it stays that way until june. Then the light slowly turns softer again, until next january. It’s not about how the sun is up a certain amount of hours, it’s about the quality and nature of the light. It’s different in january than it is in december. And the rest of the spring months are hellish (very aptly, the German word for “light” is “hell”…). I’m never as happy as I am in december. And in the last couple of weeks, with their relative cold and with the snow, there was a relief in the sense that this air could really be breathed.
“Men who knew something about the Mysteries saw a deep harmony between human destiny and the course of the sun across the sky. They said that the sun makes the days grow shorter as autumn approaches, that everything withdraws into the earth. When Christmas arrives, a turning point is reached. The light increases, days grow longer and nature reawakens. So the birth of the light at Christmas time has been celebrated since the times when the light became the symbol of revelation in the world and man.” — Rudolf Steiner