It is the longest night of the year.
It is a night when people like us pause, no matter how frenzied the mainstream is.
We pause and honor what is.
What is is a long, dark night that’s good for dreaming; a sweet day of resting, tending the mystical self, and aligning with the miracle of nature-at-rest.
I mean, if you wanna run around and freak out about the holidays, rock on.
But that’s an odd choice given the momentum of nature.
Read on for a little poem about aligning with the magic of this fully tilted Earth.
what if we rested
Today is Winter Solstice.
Imagine if this day was the big day.
We pause to feel the Deep Dark at its deepest.
We gift each other beautiful, soft blankets and pillows.
We decorate dream journals and fill sachets of sweet herbs to help each other sleep.
We brew fragrant teas and simmer pots of soothing herbs on the stove.
We sit beside beds and offer the quietest lullabies and stories read in the sweetest voice.
Imagine a sacred day of quiet, like a snow day.
Everything slows down; cars stay parked, jets do not streak the sky, and the stops all close.
What if households honored this day by allowing the dark instead of blasting light, no electric lights interrupting what nature is trying to gift us.
Imagine a culture that knows how to align with nature and what is.
Imagine a culture that values rest and quiet.
Imagine what would happen if we rested today, as a community, as a culture.
What magic we would bring.
What friends we would be to Earth, and each other.
love and sweet dreams
xo
kv
