Last year, around this time, I set an intention of marking nature holidays – solstices, equinoxes, and the pagan holy days halfway in between. I did pretty well with the 2015 Spring Equinox, writing up a lovely little ritual based on the elements after reading about historical ceremonies and goddesses connected with the day. I haven’t quite reached that level of ceremony for the holidays since, but hope to begin next year’s round by putting together a weekend retreat to celebrate Imbolc, the early February holiday of fertility, cleansing, and the first signs of early spring.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. The Winter Solstice just passed, and with it the darkest day of the year. I always want to do a mini dance to celebrate having made it through this super challenging time, the several months where all so many of us can do is take Vitamin D, hang out at conservatories, and binge on Netflix in hopes of distracting ourselves from the incredible lack of Sol Invictus, the invincible sun. We somehow make it through every year though, and learning more about the roots of the holiday somehow make it easier. Astrology is a particular focus of mine, and the social justice and positivity-focused postings of Chani Nicholas are a particular favorite of mine.
“You can become a source of revolutionary self-love. You can become an unending source of appreciation and acceptance for yourself.”
I’m still working on setting intentions for the new year, but I am certain they will include continued learnings and focus on herbalism, astrology, and magic. What do you want to manifest in this next wheel of the year?
Right now I’m listening to: Fleetwood Mac, all the albums, always.
It has been an EXCEEDINGLY long time since I’ve blogged. I’ve gone through several iterations of ‘I really just hate how much time is taken up by silly technology, so I should eschew it in order to live up to some ridiculous moral standard I have arbitrarily set for myself’. But I’m getting over it. Because I really do write more when I use a computer, and have an audience, however meager and elusive it might be, holds me accountable.
So here I am. Back again. ::cue some ridiculous 80s soundtrack::
2015 has been a crazy year of becoming someone I would actually venture to say is an adult. Part of this has been by choice (setting boundaries in my committed relationships, starting a farm and business with my partner, leaving a job that was meaningful but drained me), and part of it has been completely out of my control (the sudden death of my previous partner). It’s all given me a pretty solid shake up as to what is important though, in this short life we have on this marvelous blue planet. So here’s the wisdom I’ll start my new blogging era with, things I have to remind myself of pretty much every day in order to stay reasonably happy and sane:
- Do what you love. Every day. Gently but firmly leave behind the things that don’t feed your soul.
- Practice radical self love first and foremost, so that you have the energy to be a rock for those who need it. When friends, family, and acquaintances are brave enough to reach out to you, make time for them. Very few things are as important as this.
“Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it.”
Things that inspire me right now: Felicia Day’s memoir. Baking bread. Herbalism rooted in social justice. Local businesses standing up against bigotry.