Happy Solstice! Of Cocoons, Saturn, and the Doctor…

Happy Solstice! Of Cocoons, Saturn, and the Doctor…

Dawn Bodrogi December 21, 2009

Happy Solstice. I confess, I love the turn into the dark of the year. I am downright happy when the time changes back to standard after daylight savings. (Daylight time is the bane of all astrologers. Do we really need it? As far as I’m concerned, the only person who should mess with time is the Doctor (Who), and even he’s reluctant–but I’m getting ahead of myself…) The earlier it darkens, the more content I am. When friends observe that I’m a bit mad, I blame my twelfth house Sun. We twelfth house people invented the cocoon. We trust the dark.

Alas, or hurrah for you day people, post-Winter Solstice, the light gradually returns to us. All our winter candles and bonfires and yule logs are remembrances of the light and warmth of the Sun returning. Evergreens and mistletoe the symbols of the continuing fertility of the Earth, in spite of outward appearances, and the promise of spring to come. All these symbols whisper to us, “We will make it through.”

Of course, the hard part of winter is still to come. In the north, January and February are the harshest months of the year, which I find highly poetic in an astrological way. This is the place where Capricorn and Aquarius clash–where Saturn, the symbol of earthly limitation and Uranus, the symbol of the eternal future, fight it out. Both planets are strangely cold and hard, and can be brutal in operation, often leaving us with the feeling, “If I can survive this, I can survive anything.” The ruler of Time (Saturn) clashes with the timeless, and in the struggle, the light is let in.

Solstice and Doctor Who

For those of us who live with symbolic language, I don’t think there is any more pleasure than knowing that these living symbols exist in nature and culture, giving us assurance that we are connected to a greater pattern. I don’t know how many Doctor Who followers are reading this. Those who aren’t–bear with me. Doctor Who is a British TV series that began in November, 1963 and has been continuing in one form or another ever since. The Doctor is a Time Lord. He is now the last of his kind, and he travels through space and time (Saturn), fixing what he can (Saturn). The new series of the show has contributed a Christmas tradition to the U.K., with families gathered around their TV sets eagerly anticipating a new Doctor Who special every year on Christmas Day. I hope someone other than me has noticed that we now have a Time Lord taking over a feast that was once celebrated as Saturnalia. The Doctor himself is rather Uranian, with his scientific detachment and lightning fast mind coupled with his overriding humanity and his unique, wiz-kid gawkiness. This year, our current Time Lord will be dying, rather appropriately, on New Year’s Day–and regenerating into a new incarnation. (For the uninitiated, the Doctor doesn’t die, he just changes–completely, though an essence remains–and is played by a new actor.) In the battle between Saturn and Uranus, Uranus wins again, and the symbolic light is allowed in. (Also rather appropriately, the episode is titled, “The End of Time.”) Life moves on.

Solstice

So until the Vernal Equinox, and its celebration of all things green and verdant (which has been taken over by St. Patricks Day), let’s enjoy our cocoons and the gentle reawakening of the light. Let’s give Time and Saturn their due, by respecting the natural cycles of life, but let’s allow what is no longer serving us to die off gracefully, and let’s ring in the changes with open and expectant hearts. We may find that, much like the Doctor, we can regenerate ourselves to explore new and undreamt-of horizons.

I’m taking some time off for the holiday (how much partly depends on how devastated I am after watching this Doctor die–my Neptune again, too willing to suspend disbelief), so aside from one or two smaller posts there won’t be any new hardcore material until after the New Year, when we’ll continue our work on the Nodes and get deeper into aspect configurations in synastry. I’ll also be announcing some new classes via phone conferencing, so stay tuned.

If any of you have holiday traditions and observances you’d like to share with us, please do.

Wishing you all a warm and peaceful holiday season.

Love,
Dawn

3 thoughts on “Happy Solstice! Of Cocoons, Saturn, and the Doctor…

  1. ’tis the season

    As we strive through painful cold, treacherous dark,
    dodging danger, palpitating heart,
    anxiety our stark true friend
    Dream of this season’s end in joyful meeting,
    reunion, reward.
    Dream loving happy family, aglow
    in warming fire, festive lighted tree.
    Pocket snapshot from a gentler age,
    we ache to reclaim.
    Raise high the revelry of feast
    and frolic, space for sacred play,
    miraculous day to carry like inspiring song,
    a beacon through the storms
    yet to rage.
    Live this vision
    embracing grace.

    Essence

    Essence, scent memory
    cinnamon, pine, family
    wafting incense
    fragrant air
    redolent of antiquity’s winds.

    Trailing magick’s mountain meadow
    Hard, sharp, cragged, creviced
    Exquisitely strong, enduring, scarred,
    mending, calloused, engaging
    Fingertips, skin, caress manifest existence.

    Rippling bells, liquid voices drip
    replenishing wine. Listen.
    Reverberate back to the tribal pool.
    Dancing drum beats, symphonic raining rivers.
    Rise and quaff the choir’s song.

    In ritual visualize the distant dawn.
    Hearths to unseen worlds fade before Sol’s majesty.
    Incandescent homunculus eyes opening to flame,
    krinkling sparks, glowing.
    Powerful torches burn through dark imagery.

    Revel in flavor, mythic piquancy.
    Peppery heat, sour sorrows, exotic ebullient stew.
    Wisps of buttery dreams, savory bliss,
    divine delicacies,
    bittersweet ecstasy.

    peace, love, fulfillment

    December 2009

  2. I wrote this last year at the Winter Solstice:

    Don’t be fooled by the sugared streets,
    the icebox cold,
    snow falling as from a baker’s sifter.
    The earth is an old oven,
    but reliable. Just this morning,
    huddled under flannel and down,
    the rumble you mistook
    for a snowplow
    was the reigniting
    of her slow preheat.

    Happy Solstice!

  3. Thank you both for those gorgeous poems.

    My background is Eastern European, a mix of Hungarian, Polish, Russian, and Czech. Christmas Eve is a ‘quiet day’ set aside for meditation and fasting. Christmas Eve night is only for close family and friends, and begins at sundown on Christmas Eve and includes an elaborate meatless meal. After which, the religious among us go to mass, and when they return we open presents at midnight. But Christmas Day itself is a day where the doors are open to any and all comers from morning to night. Dancing, music, lots of food and drink for everyone.

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