I think my favorite time of year is this week in between Christmas and New Year’s. The hectic Christmas craziness is over and things slow down for a few days. The Solstice has just passed here in the northern hemisphere. There is the knowing that the light is returning, yet the nights are still long and cold.
It is time for warm tea, hot toddies, reflection and dreaming.
I’m not much into formal year in review assessing nor am I huge fan of New Year’s resolutions. For many these rituals are fun and useful, for me they trigger gremlinly voices of short comings and urgency to fix what is wrong.
And yet, I am pulled to reflect on where I am, and honor what has passed. Not in a grand significant way, more from a space of general musing, a soft focus, dreamy meandering though the past 12 months.
In the next couple of weeks I will do more concrete planing and visioning for the year, but right now I am sinking into this liminal space between the years, letting the magic of the pause between ending and beginning cast its spell.
May you find moments of pause this week to let in the magic that is forming in your life.
