Long Dark Night

Welcome to deep dark winter. As we approach the longest night of the year, I have deliciously succumbed to the cosy pleasures of hygge: warm drinks, extra layers, early nights to bed after family dance parties.

Even my chickens have begun a period of protracted rest and snuggles. We no longer receive their delicious daily eggy offerings and instead find them cuddling together in the hutch, clucking contentedly.

Our earliest astronomers, the First Australians were able to measure the solstice at the Wurdi Youang stone arrangements 80km from Melbourne. Here, carefully arranged rocks aligned with the setting sun at the winter, and summer solstices as well as the equinox. Whilst things seem to slow in winter, finding time to become observers of our inner and outer landscapes can be fruitful.

I await the cascading of the post solstice wattle burst, the sunshine-yellow flowering of one species of acacia after another as the days begin to lengthen. For now, I cosy up and slow my pace for rest facilitates rejuvenation, and gestation precipitates life anew. 

I’ll be sharing seasonal musings, parenting insights, creative practices, and invitations to reconnect—with ourselves, each other, and the earth.

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