Perhaps, like me, you love this time of inward-motion, the drawing in of energy toward the centre line,
The belly, the Hara;
The period of dipping into the deep creative core of life that nestles within us all.
Perhaps also like me and as a creative expression of this inward movement, you enjoy putting in place plans for the upcoming year, to foresee how your outward expression might look, using your body to feel into the highs and lows that you plan to make space for.
Perhaps atop of all of this, like a background noise (louder or quieter for some), you find yourself navigating the pre-yuletide stress that is so amped-up in the collective field this year; the stress that we try so hard to alleviate through doing as opposed to being, which is our natural state.
Perhaps you can already see where I’m going with this? If you can’t, allow your body to read the three statements above and see if you can distance yourself from - make objective - the disparity between the deep process of natural reconciliation that this time of year invites us into - and the polarity of the escalating buzz of doing - the intensity of the needing to do…
In other words, the tension we are being asked to hold within our systems between the ever growing polarities of masculine and feminine.
Operating optimally under these conditions looks like finding a flow, despite the external waves,
It might look like being able to laugh at the madness of what we’re being told that this season’s all about - whilst having the capacity to choose what we want to make it about,
It might be more akin to holding ourselves in emotional processes, as we realise where we don’t have, or no longer have the resource, or support, to be able to navigate all this. And this is ok too.
I always liken the Winter Solstice to travelling through the eye of the needle. Perhaps some people here will be au fait with the quote from the Bible that the kingdom of Heaven can’t be reached on the back of a camel as we descend through the eye the needle. I’m paraphrasing, but in essence what I’m trying to describe is something well known and ancient, something that was way before my time - but also so, so relevant to right now;
That the baggage simply has to go.
We’re all feeling the crunch of the ages, the challenges of the epoch and we’re all witnessing the changes of the times - from truths being outed, to people falling from grace and outdated systems crumbling.
—> The best form of resilience in times like these, for us personally and professionally so that we can stay in touch with that deep creative well we’ve worked so hard to cultivate?
Letting go of what doesn’t belong,
Giving back what wasn’t ours to carry in the first place,
And reconciling ourselves into a deeper resource, a more anchored place, space, reality; through the bones and soil that birthed us.
Only then may we continue to do as a faithful expression of who we are - and not the other way around.
Perhaps, just like me, you’ll be using these fair few weeks as a blessing, as an opportunity to identify what’s still out of kilter,
What’s still in conflict versus peace,
What reactions are still coming from a place of fear versus joy and
Where a choice to remain a perpetual victim can be seen, held and gentled into a tender freedom that will provide the most fertile soils for 2025.
Sending Solstice blessings to all who have walked alongside me on this journey of (re)discovery; some for 6+ years since going live in this new way and equally to those who’ve just joined. Wishing you a safe and prosperous journey through your eye of the needle
With love, always,
Harriet x
