21/12/2025
Blessed Be!— the Sun is reborn.
In the old Celtic world, the Winter Solstice marked the turning of the year — the moment when the sun stood still before beginning its slow return. It was a sacred pause, a breath held in the darkest hours, when light was honoured not for its strength, but for its promise.
I am light and fire and warmth.
In the long spring and summer evenings I feel boundless — full of time, energy, ideas, and motivation. As the nights begin to draw in, it can feel like the dark steals something from me: draining my energy, fogging my mind, quietening my spark.
I know that, in times past, this withdrawal was protection — a kind of human hibernation in the face of a harsh and unforgiving Northern European winter. But with modern comforts come modern expectations, and hibernation is no longer considered acceptable in a capitalist world that never truly pauses.
And yet — we are still human.
Even with all our technology and convenience, our bodies and souls remain deeply attuned to the rhythms of the natural world. It’s written into our DNA. That is why, for tens of thousands of years — as far back as we can trace — humans have marked the rebirth of the sun.
The joy we feel at this time of year comes from somewhere far deeper than tinsel or tradition. It is hope, in its purest form. The hope that we have survived the dark. That we endured the cold. That we will live to see the light, the warmth and the better days return
And in today’s world - that thought is something truly worth celebrating.
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