Somewhere under all these lights there is a house. And somewhere buried under all the strings of bulbs that come out of their boxes at this time of year to adorn homes and trees and shopping malls there is an acknowledgment of this season of light. But a cacophony of blinking bulbs is is not the reason for this season.

From our many cultures and spiritual traditions we have inherited a rich tradition of light festivals. And the light they celebrate is sacred. It is the light of peace and joy. It is the light of hope and renewal. It is the light that shines from our divine nature. It is the light so needed in our lives and our world.

In this season of darkness unplug for a moment and breathe deeply with this rich tradition. Let there be light, your light. And let it shine!