is the Winter’s Solstice, which according to EarthSky.org
“For us in the Northern Hemisphere, the December solstice marks the longest night and shortest day of the year. No matter where you live on Earth’s globe, it’s your signal to celebrate. After the winter solstice, the days get longer, and the nights shorter. It’s a seasonal shift that nearly everyone notices.”
This darkest, seemingly most barren time of the year is when I, a Spring baby, burrow deep into a mucky sac of contemplation and reflection, ultimately reaching bottom where the most raw and honest writing floats to the top. I come out looking as if an undertow had spit me out, disheveled, and disoriented to be back among the living, but deeply rooted in my writing.
“This time of year!” is also cloaked with expectations, sorrow, and memories that seem to pull us under. A frightening, harrowing time that begs for each one of us to be gentler and kinder with ourselves.
Especially during the holidays.
I’d like to share with you, one of my favorite authors, whose books I lend and never get back. Alexandra Kennedy’s article on grief and the holidays.
May your Winter’s Solstice be peaceful!