Always, on the Solstice: On Faith

Good morning! Good Jaysus, it's 6:24 and it's black as night out there—and thank God it's the darkest day of the year, because that means tomorrow it'll be lighter, if only just by a crow's foot. And wow, did I just experience a dark season.

In the darkest hours, people gave me very good advice. Here are the best bits, the ones that worked for me:  Drink plenty of water. Wash your face. Moisturize. Trust that it will get better eventually.

Guess what? It did. I drank lots of water. I spent lots of time in the cosmetics aisle at CVS. (My skin has never been better.) And I cried, and grieved, and gained a little weight, and snapped at my kids, and hated my job, and drank a little more beer, and then things changed a bit, a tiny shaft of light appeared, and it slowly crept along the passageway into the darkness of the deepest chamber, and little by little, step by step, I began to take pleasure in music, in children, and in life... and it's getting bright in here.

Today is the darkest day, but it looks up from here. I read yesterday that faith is not about believing that everything is going to be alright. Faith is knowing you're going to be alright, no matter how things turn out.

The winter solstice is an annual reminder to have faith. Even in the darkest day, we must believe that there is light on the way. Because when we believe it, it shall come to pass.

Have faith, my friends.  Happy Solstice!