Honor the Winter solstice, the longest night here on the land ... may I digest the nourishment from the seasons we've gone through this year, dropping the leaves of what no longer supports me, so that new buds and leaves have room to unfurl. May the fruits that have emerged against all odds from the focus of the energy that courses through me grow seeds that are vibrant and strong, filled with hopeful seedsongs that will nourish those on the not so distant horizons. 

May I move into my wintering phase to tend my spirit fire in a way that feels within my means, that invites in the deep rest that restores the memory held in my marrow.

May you find that sanctuary, as we slow down into a love poem of collective care.  May all that grieves inside you find outlet into beauty, falling upon snow as brilliant seeds to come.   Blessings to you all in this Solstice season, may you be held and supported  in all the ways that you hold and extend care to others