It sits nicely amongst other fave Winter days, and the unifying theme is all about hope. Hope, and happiness.
So, what are my fave Winter days? I never thought you’d ask.
June 1st is first. There is so much dread and anxiety approaching the coldest season of the year, that honestly having the day tick over to Winter is a RELIEF. The waiting is over, and most of the time, it ain’t that bad.
And also, this year was really not that bad at all. You know what’s bad? Covid, and LOCKDOWNS. But Winter? Nah. Chuck on a jacket and go outside with your freedom.
June 10th. This is my sister’s birthday, and so it comes to reason I love it because she’s one of my favourite people. 💖💖
The end of June is great. We are a month down of Winter! July 15th is a similar reason, in that it’s halfway through Winter, and then end of July, we’re two months done peeps! I consider August HALF-Winter, LOL.
And speaking of August, there is mine and baby girl’s birthdays, including that of everyone I know in my life, pretty much, almost. And I say time and time again, come our birthday, and Spring is in the air, I SWEAR. I will fight this to the end guys.
So, what’s so spesh about June 21st?
Two things, really. Kinda three.
Our engagement anniversary. 13 years ago we had a terrific celebration where our families and friends united for one amazing, joy-filled, hopeful night. Full of happiness, dance, laughter, and great memories.
The second reason is it’s the Winter solstice. The shortest day of the year! So from here on out, the days will incrementally start getting longer, oh-so-small at first but it will be there.
An aside from the Winter solstice is the meaning behind it. Our number three. The spiritual significance of the day has to do with the dark making way for the increasing lighter days, with renewal and rebirth both major themes.
I absolutely love this, and so every year I look forward to it with excitement.
I was lucky in that I had the opportunity to engage in self-care on such a day, a day when your intentions and what you put out into the Universe is paramount. I walked, I worked out. I had coffee, made a warm breakfast. I read, I wrote, I sat in the sun, and I also chilled, like watched TV, so, so peacefully.
It is a day of hope, of promise, and after losing a lot of hope for so long, I am feeling like I am starting, very slowly, to gain it back.
And this winter solstice is therefore so timely. 🌞
Our old, ancient, 3 globe flowery, faded, burnt-out, vomit-coloured light fittings were replaced, by simple white downlights.
Flush with the ceiling. Not hanging dangerously low, so low you can whack it out of it’s screw so easily. The number of times someone has knocked the ones in the lounge room while dancing, doing yoga, or just stretching up in the air…
Or in our bedroom, they hang so low, they might as well lie on our bed between us. 😬
Or, they used to.
Or like the low light that was in baby girl’s room… one simple glass shaped globe, that until recently was also hanging a bit too low for comfort, proven when she swung something and the entire glass casing shattered around her.
They aren’t just ugly, they are bloody dangerous.
And now, they’re all gone!
Our house has been lifted, the ceilings feel higher, and we are suddenly in line with with the rest of our ‘home’ vision.
But there’s a magical, surreal, mysterious quality to them.
You can see clouds. They sit above us almost every day, moving about while we also go about with our lives.
Have you ever flied through a cloud while on a plane? It’s the most beautiful thing. These little pillows of fluff just jazz on by, pushed aside by the plane’s force, yet still remaining an element of the ethereal.
We aren’t so fortunate, especially in recent times, to be able to experience these fleeting and magical moments of cushions flying past us, as we sit in a man-made machine, high above the rest of the world.
So we look above.
Some of us, don’t even look.
I for one, don’t find them oppressive. Sure, they block the light at times…
But I feel like the beauty of clouds are made that much more striking, by the stunning colours and transparent light that shines from inside, looking out.
I had a longer than normal work shift, and during it I still had to go and pick up baby girl from school…
And keep working again when I came back home.
Then it was a mad rush of dinner prep, some washing, then eating, then cleaning up…
By the time I had done all that, all I wanted was the couch.
The good ol’ trusty couch.
But I was upstairs, and through my rush to get back downstairs, I looked out the window, and paused.
I could see a cargo ship far off in the distance on the bay.
I hesitated… and then I walked over to the window.
The ship was almost blended into the waters, but you might be able to spot it to the left of the left-hand side tree.
Lights flashed in the nearer water, beacons to warn others of the shore. They did so at random intervals. One of them flashed four times, then the other chimed in for four flashes after a count of two.
A streak of orange light was strewn across the sky. The chance at capturing a gorgeous setting sun was gone, but instead there was other beauty that lay across the horizon.
I took a deep breath and took it all in.
Then once I was happy with my pause, I walked downstairs.
Something freaky was going on. I was unhinged. Emotional. A wreck. So much to do, and yet complete unwillingness to do anything at all.
Was someone sticking needles into a mini-me? Was it Karma? Some huge Universal lesson I was being taught?
Was it just the fact I am sick of this super long, super strong, superman-type cold I’ve had for the past 3 months?
Is iso finally making me crack, true and proper?
It’s one of those things, that I just don’t know. I may never know.
But there is ONE THING I KNOW for certain.
Today is the shortest day. June 21st.
It is the day of the winter solstice in the southern hemisphere.
And also, the anniversary of our engagement sooo many years ago.
As soon as I discovered in 2016, that the winter solstice fell on our engagement anniversary, I was intrigued.
Firstly, I knew it was nota coincidence, because I don’t believe in those.
A day marking the end of the old, and the rebirth of great beginnings and hope, to fall on our engagement day… it was NOT a coincidence.
I am compelled to write and remind people about it every year, and I feel like my winter solstice journey in life is only just beginning.
The day that the southern hemisphere is tilted furthest away from the sun, hence getting the least amount of sunshine, is the day that we call this, the shortest day.
At a time of the greatest darkness, it can be understood then that symbolically it is a time of rebirth, rejuvenation and self-reflection.
Through darkness, comes light. Through trying times, springs hope.
And even though there is a lag between the shortest day, and us experiencing the coldest winter days yet, because of our hemisphere here still cooling (yep, get ready folks) we can start to set intentions and make space for what we want in our lives, for this next chapter.
For this next chapter, of slowly, oh so slowly, increasing LIGHT.
Which brings me back to the beginning. Today was crappy. Many of you may be having shitty days like me. Shitty weeks. Hell it’s been months for me (and yet for some more of you, years).
Coronavirus has not helped.
But let’s be kind to ourselves. Let’s try. Try to accept this difficult time for what it is. And that is, a massive growing and learning experience.
The rebirth is here. Things are going to get better, they have to.
Winter is going to kick us hard, sure, but honestly, look how bad this year has been already.