What a thought!
Here’s a piece about it by Earl W. Count:
“Shall we liken Christmas to the web in a loom? There are many weavers, who work into the pattern the experience of their lives. When one generation goes, another comes to take up the weft where it has been dropped. The pattern changes as the mind changes, yet never begins quite anew. At first, we are not sure that we discern the pattern, but at last we see that, unknown to the weavers themselves, something has taken shape before our eyes, and that they have made something
very beautiful, something which compels our understanding.”
– Earl W. Count, 4,000 Years of Christmas
And this:
Yule Lines
We are the carriers of memory
the bearers of the sacred fire
as a candle on the altar
of the unknown Spirit
we come into this place
to celebrate the
turning of the darkness.
Symbols beckon us
from many ways of thought;
a holy child
a burning bush
a tree lit with candles
of tradition.
The voices of the ancestors
and wind and water
sound around us
calling us
to kindle hearth and home with fire
We are the carriers of memory
We are the bearers of the sacred fire.
by Charles Butler Neto, copyright 1986
Used with permission
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