Winter Solstice 2020
A time when nature in the Northern hemisphere is slowed, processing inwards, underground, incubating, quiet. Soon the internet will be flooded with pictures of the 2 planets, the Christmas star of 2020, everyone trying to get that great shot, at the end of this year like no other in recent memory.
Me: a picture of a garden from the frozen ground to which the great mother invited me today via slippery frozen crystals and had me landing on the ground, the holy ground of this magical earth. Miraculously, I landed softly.
There are some that do a certain type of practice, a sadhana during this time of apparent pause at the end of contraction, the out-breath in the natural cycles of life, and before the expansion. I did too this year, a more formal one, with a little ritual at the end, intentions finally condensed into three words, each full of meanings, practices, transformation and beingness, meanings particular to my process at this time. Released, surrendered, may it be so.