I pause as I write this not because I don’t wish anyone a Happy Christmas but because it appears it could be so unhappy and isolated for so many people.

After a year of losses, illness, political mis endeavours, scaremongering and fear, even in the countryside, what can we possibly celebrate this year?

The only thing I can give you this Bleak Mid-Winter is a new little book, a prose poem which I wrote for these times, a plea from the angels to stay strong in the face of adversity and keep our highest values alight:

Integrity

And Integrity will be your password
And Humility your guard
And you shall walk in the path of the Light
Bringing Light to those who do not yet have the Light,
You are not the Light, just the Bearer of the Light,
And the soul of the Light Bearer will be filled with gratitude.

You will sing with the swallows and dance with the Universe
And if Love is the weft of the Universe
Then Gratitude is the weave
And Light is the cloth of consciousness.

No, it is not you who speaks:
You are the Singer, not the Song,
You are the Bearer, not the Light,
The Whisperer, not the Words
As you walk in the path of the Light
Bringing Light to those who do not yet have the Light.

For where there is Light
There can be no darkness
And the Light is the Light of True Love
And True Love is of the Light
And the Light emanates from the source
Who is Love
And Light is the Messenger of the Love.

So walk in the path of the Light
And be the Light Bearer
For if Love is the weft,
Then Gratitude is the weave
And Light is the cloth of consciousness –
Light is the cloak of the Messenger
Who brings the Light to shine?
So that darkness disappears.

For when Light appears, Dark cannot;
For when Love appears, Hate cannot;
For when Joy appears, Sadness cannot;
And all Light and Love emanates from the Source
And each of us carries a spark of the Source
Which shall be lit by the Light of the Light Bearers.

So – Polish your Lanterns, My Sons,
Polish your Lanterns, My Daughters,
For the Source of the Light draws ever nearer
So the Lanterns may be lit
To light the path of Men.

And Humility will be your password
And Integrity your guard
As you walk in the path of the Light-Bearer
Bringing Light to those who do not yet have the Light
And the Souls of Men shall be filled with
Gratitude, Joy, Love and Light forever.

This poem is available on Amazon.

I have also published another little book, How The Unicorn Found His Horn, which is a story of transformation, of growth and maturity, of courage and compassion which I finished recently after some years of procrastination!

How The Unicorn Found His Horn By Pippa White

The photo above is of the New Dawn on the Solstice in a extraordinary time.

The photo below is the book cover for my Unicorn book.

I wish anyone who reads this blog and the whole world out there the very best wishes for this season in a difficult time. We will come through with love, light and courage and we will be transformed.

And Merry Christmas in spite of, despite of, to spite the Government who will no doubt be enjoying their “Cheese and Wine Gathering”!

Namaste,
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