The passing Imbolc, over a week ago, recognized our midway point between Winter and Spring.
The lack of cut off denims and sun-kissed thighs and family hikes will be coming to a close before we know it.
Restlessness naturally comes around as we reach this point in the seasonal wheel.
I’ve been thinking lately, when reflecting on my recent words and the discomfort of feeling so exposed in who I am, that I need a recharge.
I, all the sudden, understood that with my Winter months leading the LafanLuna Ladies Circle, I hadn’t taken the critical withdrawal from the online world that I usually do at this time. I’ve also realized that the act of descending is much harder when you are leading.
It seems Winter, the very month that calls us into our own hibernation, can quickly become a masculine, task-oriented time in order to soothe and glaze over the inner callings of ourselves.
I am shutting down for the next nearly two weeks (or so) to both recharge and to finish out the last of the Winter weeks internal work of clarifying and bringing forth what’s next in my life.
I am laying down my masculine tasks to immerse more fully into my feminine creative space.
I’ll be tending to my Luna Letters heart-stormed idea, so that I’ll be ready to mail the first one with the Vernal Equinox new moon, and making space to welcome in my next circle idea (a sexuality circle that keeps tapping on my door and scares the shit out of me), and recalibrating myself to the clarity of this growing tribe of women and my ever certain commitment to family first.
I’ll be chopping root veggies and drinking oodles of hot cocoa to lovingly embrace this seasons nourishment (because gosh am I ready for Spring greens).
I’ll be reading my half dozen stack of books…including the profound words of Nayyirah Waheed, inspiring erotica and the always resonating words of Tami Lynn Kent.
I’ll be decluttering, cleaning and ridding the sweet little simplicity heart of mine away.
I’ll be creating up some homeschool goodness with the kids.
I’ll be tending to my body, as it feels rather deprived in the less active days of Winter. Hello stretching, coconut oil, getting dressed each morning (what a brilliant idea!), painting my toenails red, braids in my hair, sticking my feet in the clay and imagining it’s the soft ocean sand, making love, meandering the mini trails of my backyard, making kitchen magic and nourishing the family with goodness and indulgences.
I’ll be journaling and making space to process the very space I’m offering myself.
I’ll be breaking from the universal sized internet world, remembering that email is never a priority and that true nourishment comes when we are honest with ourselves about what is needed and then give it to ourselves.
Mostly, I’ll be tending to my root. Going fallow to restore my own fertility.
I encourage you to carve out space (even a day) during these last weeks of Winter to fill your creative/nourishment/feminine well.
Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading.