Solstice Reflection: by Bridget Meyer
December 19th, 2010
On March 31, 1880, thousands of people gathered in Wabash, Indiana, the first American municipality to be lit by electric lights. Bands played, guns fired salutes, and then lights sprang to life. A hush fell over the crowd. Some people groaned and fell to their knees. They’d moved from dark to light and no amount of jaded neon expectations more than a century later can obscure, for us, the wonder of that vigil. For we too, whether consciously or subliminally, even in the midst of our wildly wired lives, keep that same vigil each year at the winter solstice.