The word solstice comes from the Latin word solstitium which meant point at which the sun seems to stand still.

Our winter solstice just happened on December 21^st.  Our summer one will arrive June 21^st.

The solstice this past week marked the longest night of the year, the shortest day.

For me, all the dark lends itself to reflection, whereas the long summer days lend themselves to action.

Right now we’re in the midst of what I call the Sacred In-Between Week.  The year, for all practical purposes is over, the new one has yet to start.  We’re in the enchanted middle between ending and beginning.

It is a moment in time where the sun stands still.

A sacred moment.  I will embrace it as a perfect one to reflect on the past and forge my future.   A contemplative week.  Possibly it is also so for you.

Right now 2019 is but a canvas waiting for the paintbrush of  your and my imagination

This week I will unplug from the “real” universe, and everyone else’s universe, taking a deep dive to wander through my own universe.  A universe where I dream expansively and create reality as I wish.  A reality of beauty, kindness, spirituality, love, goodness.

From this universe I shape my next year and beyond.  I emerge exhilarated, ready to start anew, eager to create a new year full of things never before seen.

Our winter solstice has been honored for thousands of years, going back even before Sol Invictus, the Unconquered Sun god of the Syrians.   Humanity’s magical celebration of the return of the sun.

May you look kindly on your past and may your happiness and joy lengthen with each new lengthening day.

Happy new year!

Love,

Ingrid