“Live in each season as it passes; breathe air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. “ Henry David Thoreau

Today is the Winter Solstice. The shortest day of the year. A time when the sun

appears at the lowest point in the sky and seems not to move for several days before

and after the Solstice. Following the Winter Solstice, the days grow longer and the nights shorter.

Ancient Mother Earth, “our oldest ancestor, “ now rests. At the harvest and All

Hallow’s Eve, she has born new life to sustain life. Now, at the Solstice, she is

renewing, and dreaming and, "if we mirror her cycles, it is time for us to quiet our

lives and dedicate some time for our renewal, for reverie."(Jean Forest in Inner

Tapestry, 2003) This is the perfect time for writers to go inward. To renew the

Deep Voice and to dig down and harvest the words we have longed to share.

As Joan Borysenko says, in Pocketful of Miracles, “The Seasonal rhythms correlate

with our own body rhythms…. Our dream life and inner life grow more insistent in

the winter darkness…. The old year is put to bed, one’s business is finished, and the

harvest of spiritual maturity is reaped as wisdom and forgiveness.”


Sit back, and give into the darkness of the season.

Light a candle and study its glow. When you feel transformed, begin a piece, without

forethought or plan. Write like you talk, as Method Writing would call it. Write for

ten minutes without stopping. As you write, hear the darkness and quiet around

you. Take it in. Put it into words.