21/12/2022
There’s something magical about being snowed in on Winter Solstice.
The propane for my gas stove has frozen and we’re all waiting for the power to go out again… but I can’t stop watching the flurries flying off the trees and the fire in my wood stove.
I’m agnostic with a dash of paganism and buddhist practices, but advent gets me every time. Probably the quiet ritual, revelling in evergreen branches and fire and a light in the dark bringing the sun back to us.
Winter Solstice is my first day of the in-between until a new era begins. Yesterday, I had my last ever client call, in January, I’ll be starting as a creative director at our local arts organization. On NYE I’m celebrating my 40th in my yard with my new best friends, a bonfire, and probably some witchy dancing.
I’ll talk more about why I’m leaving my business behind after 7 years and what I’ve learned …soon. Right now I gotta go play in the snow.
My heart is singing. It is full-full-full.
And from today onward, the sun is coming back to us.
[ID: Photos of a snowy yard with tall fir trees in the morning light, a lit white candle nestled in a bowl of fir and rosemary branches, and my cold little pine studio with a path shovelled to the door]