By Gurudevi Nirmalananda

Christmas celebrates Divine Light in the person of Jesus of Nazareth. While most call him the “son of God,” he called himself the “son of man.” As a yogi, I can describe him as an incarnation of Consciousness, a light unto the world.

Driving down the streets, I am delighted by all the lights on the buildings and in the yards. In the Northern Hemisphere, these year-end holy days come in the shortest days of the year, shining light through the dark.

Hanukkah comprises eight nights of candle lighting, commemorating the miracle of the oil lamps in the rededicated Temple in Jerusalem. As a yogi, I light candles on my altar daily, to honor the Divine outside and inside.

Kwanzaa has the lighting of candles on seven nights, paying tribute to worthy principles that underlie African-American culture. These are unity, self-determination, collective work and responsibility, cooperative economics, purpose, creativity and faith. As a yogi, I see these as principles of Consciousness that lie at the foundation of our practice and our lives.

Solstice celebrations date as far back as the Neolithic period, 10,000 BCE. They are found in the history of many places including Rome, Egypt, China, Persia, Peru, Native Americans and more. Stonehenge is built for the winter solstice. As a yogi, I love the light that shines through the dark, especially shining through your inner darkness so that you become an agent of Divine Light.

Each of these beautiful traditions invoke light in their own way. While the principles and stories behind each of these celebrations are inspiring, the participants’ focus is usually more mundane. Family gatherings, gift giving and feasting are important communal activities, but they rarely mention the holiness of the event. When they do light candle or attend a religious service, it is a small percentage of the time that they spend together. Their focus is on each other.

As a yogi, I found that looking outward left me unfulfilled. I tried. I focused on the people. I focused on the candle flame. I focused on the memory of Jesus. I focused on the highest principles of life and the idea of light shining through the dark. And I still felt empty.

All of these celebrations look outward. Yoga’s focus is on finding your own inner light. Thus I confess that I lost interest in these beautiful festivals long ago. My joy is daily. My bliss is continuing. My experience of the Divine is internal, the bedrock of Beingness that supports my existence as well as yours.

Yet I delight in gathering with others – not so that they will fill me up, but so I can see their inner light shining through their eyes. To me, you all glow with the light of Consciousness all the time. This is why I bow. Again and again I bow.