Across cultures, from Hanukkah and Advent to St. Lucia Day, candles are lit as winter’s darkness descends.
Here at Turner Farm, a solstice bonfire illuminates the longest night. Crossing an irregular diameter of nearly 50 feet, it is a brilliant amalgam of branches and underbrush, whole felled trees, loosened shingles and rotted fence posts burning simultaneously to extinguish our accumulated trash and celebrate the return of light.
Words on paper describing what we no longer need are tossed into the flames, destroyed instantaneously and magnificently. Prayers are placed in the fire as well; hopes for the New Year rising in the smoke to the place where heaven and earth meet.
On this Christmas Eve, a night of eager expectation, I send you bright holiday greetings. For as certain as the outcome of fuel to flame, the darkness will end and the light will come again.