Winter is a holy hush, a season that teaches rest as a sacred act. For druids it is the hearth-season, where silence becomes a teacher and small lights keep courage by the door. Beneath the frost, seeds keep their counsel; beneath our own blankets, ideas and strength quietly return.
In old tales, evergreens guard the thresholdA physical or symbolic boundary between one state and another. Crossing it represents entry into new experience. Awareness of thresholds cultivates mindfulness. and candles invite the sun to find us again. You might honor this season with warm food, steady routines, and the kind of reading or craft that settles the spirit. Let the dark be welcoming; let it hold you while you slowly rekindle your inner fire.
