Winter Solstice is one of my favorite holidays, which is ironic because the forced cheer and frantic festivity of the holidays surrounding it are a little much for me.
Here in the darkest part of the year, I am always called to introspection, to planning, to reflection, to depth. None of this resonates with the cultural mandate to Holiday Cheer.
And yet, on the Winter Solstice, I am deeply, profoundly happy.
For more than a decade, now, we’ve celebrated the Solstice by having a day without electric lights, where we can deeply experience the shortness and darkness of the day. (We make an exception for the fairy lights on the holiday tree.) We exchange presents, we cook, we read tarot cards, we hang out, and we usually attempt to bake something, which, by candle light, is a lot of fun and incredibly messy. (If you try this, prepare to clean the kitchen floor the following morning.)
This ritual reminds me how much I love candle light. How much I crave slowness and deliberation. How much I enjoy domesticity and spacious time.
Wishing you all returning light and the warm embrace of a delicious darkness.