Winter Solstice Journaling Prompts
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Hi Reader, We’ve arrived at the darkest time of the year. It is impossible not to notice the 4:30 pm sunsets, and the cover of night that has become so much more than the light of day. For many, this time of year is difficult and it's common to hear people complain about the early darkness as our high energy society craves light and action. We have been socialized to stay busy and maintain the pace, fighting against a world primed to hibernate. I wonder if something else is possible… I wonder if we can find the beauty in the darkness instead, if we can welcome it with reverence... What is your relationship with the darkness, Reader? I love the darkness, and do share about it’s magnificence regularly. I have faith in it, in the natural cycle of day to night, of growth to play to harvest to rest.. I have faith that as human animals born into this cycle, we are designed to be nurtured in all states. And so, as we welcome the Winter Solstice (officially 4:21 am ET December 21, 2024), I wanted to share a few journaling prompts to help you find the beauty in this darker time of year. Open up your journal, or a blank document on your laptop, or even just grab a scrap of paper. Close your eyes, take a few slow, deep breaths and then let these prompts lead you wherever they may… In the darkness, I feel… In the darkness, I wonder… In the darkness, I know… In the darkness, I find… In Sacred Pages we will be honouring the darkness with our winter series titled: Rest. In this series we will focus on finding ways to slow down, to work deeply on projects that are most meaningful to us, and to give ourselves nourishing care so that we are fully prepared for all the that is to come in the year. I'd love for you to be a part of it, Reader. May you find the wonder in these dark days, and welcome the light as it slowly returns. Take care, Parrish P.S. Early Bird pricing is available on Sacred Pages until end of day Sunday, so take action now. What a beautiful Solstice gift to yourself. <3 |
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