Around here it's clear that the darkness is gaining on the light, a little more each day. I just googled to find out when the winter solistice is (December 21), so that I will know exactly how long I have to hang in there before the light starts making a comeback.
I've been feeling discouraged for a few weeks, and I have no idea how much of that is tied to the seasonal descent into darkness and the long winter ahead. Or maybe it's connected to the cyclical healing process? Perhaps it's my grappling with where I find meaning in life? Or learning to let go? Whatever the reason(s), it probably won't hurt to burn some more sage, get out some candles, finish reading Pema Chödrön's When Things Fall Apart, and hunker down for another winter.