The sharpest tool to combat fear is truth. Even amid impenetrable darkness, the spark of confession can ignite the torch we clutch with blistered hands.
Some animals fatten up before hibernation, but the crone keeps the maiden well-fed in the darkness so that she has more energy to roam free in the light.
I find that as I enter the hibernation period, I often stock up on words. Words that reflect the little light that is left as the twilight of the year arrives. Verses that remind me there is delight in dormancy and breadth in darkness.
Mother Earth is entering her own darkness, and whether you choose to embrace it or not, she will either help you on this journey in your shadow-work, or drag you through it kicking and screaming.
The congregation of white nationalists in Charlottesville, which resulted in the death of Heather Heyer and subsequent terrorizing of her family, is indeed a wake-up call. If this does not spark our outrage, what will?