It has begun. There is little time left. The Lord, our Apollon, approaches from the North. With Him, He brings His lust for the things of life denied Him these past Winter months. His mood is jovial– and mischievous. Now will He come home to the many spaces prepared for Him, in His long journey, by those whose love and commitment is a soothing balm of comfort, fit for our Bright, Illustrious Prince.
I have seen the first blooms, opened wide to the Sun’s rays. Their heady scent now wafts upon the winds, to lure, and to renew life. As they lure the small wild things, including the wildness in our hearts, they lure Him, also. He approaches, our Apollon. From the North He approaches, bearing the weight of His happiness to return to our world. So we must smooth the transition, and prepare. Soon, we shall receive our Lord and Prince, once again.
Tidy your affairs, mortals, so you may greet Him shorn of the distractions of mundane, or other spiritual life. Prepare, for He is coming home to the many hearths and hearts which await Him, proudly and eagerly. Our Apollon, reigning over us in benevolence, approaches now in His Shining Chariot. As He nears, the sting of Winter abates, and we, along with all life, are compelled to celebrate the creative and procreative arts, which He governs.
Originally, I was going to write a more technical post, describing and comparing climate zones for the various expressions of Winter in the United States. It would have been an interesting post, unfortunately I don’t think it would have captured the nature of the celebration that I acknowledge at the time of Solar Spring in the Northern Hemisphere, so here is round two.
Of all the holy times throughout the year, this period of roughly three to four weeks (beginning in early February), is and has always been my favorite time of the year, even before I realized the importance it holds for me, personally. It is the time when the Sun’s newly burgeoning warmth is just beginning to be felt by the land, when the flowers begin to peek up through the soil, and new buds can be seen on the trees. This is the time when my diligence at the Perihelion is rewarded with the flicker of Apollon’s attention turning back upon me, and indeed upon this world. It is when I begin preparations for His Return to Delphi.
As it stands, I haven’t been able to fully embrace this time as I’d like to. What I am compelled to offer my Lord is at least a weeks worth of cleaning, with the remaining time devoted to decorative pomp. As I am the only one here who finds creating a welcoming environment for my Lord to be a top priority, I am the only one who can make it happen. And I do what I can for Him in my limited capacity, but truly, what I (and I suspect He, also) would like to see are a small handful of His women coming together in honor of Him. Perhaps a sort of voluntary religious seclusion, where we inform ourselves of our femininity, and prepare ourselves to receive again the pinnacle of Masculinity that is our Lord Apollon.
For myself, it is very much centered around the bridal role, that of the welcoming homemaker who provides the comfort and release from the battles of the outside world. Only Apollon knows what lay beyond the horizon, where we can not see, but I feel as though these weeks of preparation and anticipation allow me to be the excursion He desires during this transition.
Of course, I haven’t yet forsaken my wish for companions with which to celebrate, because who wouldn’t want to clean and pray and bond with other women of Apollon, while singing His praises and awaiting our Lord on the coming day? *sigh* How I wish. In the meantime, I’m afraid He will have to make due with my lonely and meager presence, as He has for the last several seasons. But, even as I long for a bit of physical community, I am reminded that I was charged with the expression of this holy time for a reason. Perhaps He doesn’t mind it so much as I seem to, as the time approaches.
Perihelion – n. the point at which the Earth comes closest to the Sun.
I have taken the name of this yearly astronomical event, and applied it directly to the solitary contemplative celebration that I hold in honor of my Lord. That this event occurs during the height of Winter in the Northern Hemisphere, I find to be very helpful in reaching that connected state of meditation.
It is Winter, and the cold creeps into our bones, unmercifully. The angle of the Earth’s axis has us facing away from the light, even as we draw closer to the celestial body, without whose warmth we would cease to be. Our attention finds focus on all of the harsh realities surrounding us during the Winter. The time is near, and few of us will have to imagine the buildup of tension as January approaches. We won’t have to imagine, because we will all be in the thick of it– right in the middle of the Winter shopping fiasco, because, even if we do not celebrate its consumerism, we will still be obliged to tolerate it.
In this season of stress, touching a little bit of Apollon’s warmth (or Helios’ perhaps), for just a single mindful day, certainly reconnects me to my Source, my Lord, Who is close by, even as our very Planet turns our faces away from Him. We have to make that conscious effort to connect, and to stay connected throughout the day, despite the many distractions, in order for the time to be most meaningful.
For myself, it is a simple and wordless celebration, through which I am able to strip away the many layers of separation. There are no words to cloud the air, no curtsies to convey knowledge of my place, and no grand offerings, for I myself am the offering. With the total capacity of my concentration, I find my way back to the light, all the way through the deep of the Earth if I must, for the Perihelion is a celebration of the Earth and Sun, close as lovers in the void.
During this time, when we are nearest, and yet divided by the truth of our separateness, I rededicate myself to the Lord Apollon. Then, He peels back that fragile truth, only to reveal the deeper truth of our Oneness– our Wholeness. We are together in the Winter, and the aching cold is driven back by His light.
Soon after the Perihelion, comes Solar Spring, in the early days of February, when the first of the new growth appears in my climate. This new growth is the signal for me to prepare for His Return to Delphi, and indeed, His return to this world. The upcoming months, and their subsequent celebrations, are very important to my Lord. They may not be in any way Traditional, but He has staked a claim to these events, and therefor I have shared a bit of His interest with you. May it be helpful, or otherwise inspiring.
Perihelion 2014 falls upon the date of January 4th.