By Gretchen Sleicher
Lyrics
In the nest of solitude
Dreams burn bright
And the darkness that is home as well
Feeds us through the night
Chorus: Blessed be the winter chill
And the time of grieving
Bless the turning toward the light
And the time of conceiving
Are we midwives attending birth
Or hospice for the dying?
In our brief time on the earth
A net of love we’re tying
Chorus
Oh, the path we’re on, we cannot know
What it’s bringing
As we walk alone or hand in hand
We bless it with our singing
Chorus: Blessed be the winter chill
And the time of grieving
Bless the turning toward the light
And the time of conceiving
Bless the turning toward the light
And the time of receiving
Notes
This winter solstice song was recorded in total darkness in the bunkers at Fort Worden, in Port Townsend, Washington. What better place to evoke the nest of solitude, and both honoring the dark and welcoming the light, and all the uncertainties of these times?
