My Winter Solstice went a lot differently than I had originally hoped. A good portion of my daylight hours went towards caring for a sick kid. I was a lot more physically tired than I anticipated being, so a late afternoon nap became part of the day. I also had forgotten to put a key online group event into my calendar. I ended up have a lovely but low-key celebration with Sarenth late that evening. There were a few positive surprises. The guided meditation with the Troth’s Loki Devotional group the night before became a Mothers’ Night celebration. I did find the energy to keep up with the non-traditional nine day novena that Kelly-Ann Maddox hosted on her Patreon. I started a few days late, so the solstice was my day 7. Yesterday I finally burned some old spell components that I’ve been needing to clean up. It ended up being a small impromptu ritual of release. I found time today, two days after the solstice, to share coffee with the ancestors and the húsvaettir. It had been a while since I’d actually sat down at the dining room table and taken the time to serve and drink alongside them all.
It’s easy to feel like I’m not doing enough spiritually, especially when things don’t follow the plan. It was necessary and helpful that more of my energy this week was focused on the household and child care. I was reminded that quality is more important than quantity when it comes to my spirit work. The gift of time is one of the most precious sacrifices. I was also reminded why I am working to improve communication between my souls. My energy is limited, and I have a right and a need to know where it’s going. It’s a lot easier to be efficient when my souls and my spirits are all working together and on the same page.
As I said in my last post, 2024 will be a much louder year for me. Part of my shadow work is looking into the parts of myself that I have been downplaying or muting. I can’t expect my souls to communicate clearly with me if I’m ignoring them or actively trying to hide aspects of myself. There are many deep conversations that I need to have with myself. Thankfully I can usually insert a bit of levity with a British panel show rerun. Laughter is one of my favorite forms of release. Thank you for reading my ramblings. I hope your holidays are going well. Blessings to you and yours.
Streaking Fate 