I live far enough south that winter has many forms for me. One day it can be 70 degrees outside the next 20 with snow and ice. A few days later everything has melted as if nature forgave herself the violent storm with that soft kiss reminder of spring. There are times when I miss the harsh bite of a true northern winter. No sunshine for days, the darkness and the bitter cold that is relentless. It would be preferable at times to this mercurial Janus- faced version we enjoy. It makes it hard to embrace Winter Solstice. It feels as if nothing really dies they are just playing dead.
It is a strange mental cheat to not really feel winter.
Every year Coyvere and I host a Winter Solstice party at our house. Last year we did a meditation to the Goddess Nyx (if interested he and I write for another blog/pagan e-zin at Spiral Tree ) This year we are looking at Persephone, one of my favorites. I’ll share once I finish the ritual I’ve always been an 11th hour kind of gal.
Dark mother of Night Nix, Inanna, Erishkigal, Persephone, Cailleach, Kali or perhaps Hel
she has many names.
The Dark Goddess or mother – she invites us to turn inward to look deep within the self – to go beyond the surface of ego into our wounds, our broken and ragged bits, to embrace them rather than fight or ignore them, for it is from these places we grow.
This is the time of year to embrace the cold and the broken.
Give yourself permission and the time to be static in the dark.
Emerge renewed with the spring.
Enjoy your pomegranate seeds.