Dawn on December 22nd, 2019. Photo by Grey Catsidhe.
Today my family welcomed the reborn sun following the longest night. It’s always a joyous occasion. We rose before the sun, drummed, and cheered for its ascension. Then I made waffles because they’re golden and round!
We would have celebrated with our grove last night, but many of us are ill so we decided to cancel. I’m always sad to do that, but I must admit I wasn’t as disappointed this time. Perhaps it’s because, compared to other occasions when the weather kept us apart, feeling more or less sick for a month has nearly worn me to hermit-like mentality.
Candles and offerings for Winter Solstice. Photo by Grey Catsidhe, 2019.
And so, like animals hibernating, I felt a desire to turn inward and embrace the darkness yesterday. It brings the space for introspection. It is the silence I crave to dream up stories. It is the peace of not rushing anywhere to do anything. I needed it. I think many of us did. My family and I did a tiny ritual together last night – one with minimal stress on our tired throats and lungs.
Today I feel a sense of renewal and hope. I look forward to more time with my grovemates in the coming year. I embrace where my Druidry is taking me. I give thanks for light, warmth, and inspiration. Also, I have gratitude for quiet times for healing and thought.
Blessings to you this Solstice season! May the new year find us healthier.
Sunset on the shortest day, Dec 21st 2019. Photo by Grey Catsidhe.
