In some lore, yesterday was the day in between. It in the time of the birth of the Sun and is a moment suspended upon the branches of the world tree, much like mistletoe, and it not a day counted in the calendar. It is a day placed in the branches by our own setting aside of it. We are the hands of the divine.
This in turn makes today the first day of the life of our Sun Child. He is First Ancestor. He is our spiritual center and is reflected as the path of all those that have gone before us and is manifested in us as we transverse our own way through the mysteries of life. To honor Him it is customary to light a candle and place it upon the home altar.
Light the candle and say a simple prayer unto the flame of divinity within each of us, to all those who have traveled the path of the heart, and to our Lady and our Lord; light it in the name of First Ancestor. Spark the flame and for a moment reflect upon the sacredness of the now and take a break from the hectic turmoil our culture makes this time of year. It takes rest as well as work to tend our flame.
Don’t have a candle? Pretend.
“Lost in a thicket bare-foot upon a thorned path.”