Gillian Monks

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Twelfth Night is Not the End!

Today traditionally marks the time to remove our Christmas decorations and pack them away for another year. Some folk stripped their homes of festive finery immediately the 25th had passed. Others, like me, will be keeping some of the greenery until the seasons move on and spring shows it has truly arrived, for it has always been believed that the spirits of the natural world took shelter in the evergreenery through the ‘dead’ winter months, and that humanity brought them inside to further protect them throughout the worst of the weather. (Old folk in Lancashire traditionally cooked their Shrove Tuesday pancakes over fires made from the holly which had decorated their houses since Christmas.)

Nor will I be removing all trace of other Midwinter finery from our rooms – rather it will be adapted and evolve from the kaleidoscope of deep jewel colours of Christmas into something more appropriate for January… white lights and silver decorations to reflect the ice and snow, but also lots of candles to bring the still-much-needed light into our homes and encourage us to keep our spirits up.

But what exactly do you pack away when you remove your Christmas decorations?

It strikes me that as well as the trees and trinklements, much of the care, the kindness, the willingness to reach out to others, the inclusivity, compassion and tolerance which is traditionally given freer rein around Midwinter is also removed and vanishes with the baubles and tinsel. Why? Are we humans so fearful of being thought weak that we can only give ourselves permission to be kind and considerate when the World recognises such behaviour as part of a spiritual/religious/folk tradition?

What truly makes the Midwinter festival so special to so many? During the Covid pandemic and the resulting lockdowns and isolation, it rapidly became apparent that it was human contact – families and friends being able to gather and spend time together – which meant most to the majority. Yes, we all lead busy lives, but surely we can aim to strike a better balance between busyness and quality time with loved ones. Not just those close to you, either, but to strangers in the street – it takes us no more time to smile or make a kindly remark in passing than it does to maintain a stony countenance in silence… but it does require an awareness of what and who is around us, and a heart sufficiently open to respond to them.

Think: the smile or casual friendly word you give to the person on the street, or in the shop or cafe, might be the only human contact that that person receives today… and it might be their lifeline.

Nor need we suddenly and peremptorily cease to come together, to gather, to spend some of our leisure time in activity together – whether that is simply relaxing with a warming drink while we chat, or playing games, or any other activity which we can indulge in within our domestic domain.

Or you may wish to spend some precious time planning the coming months: seeds and plants for your garden, places you might visit, or events you might take part in later in the year, or holidays you might take. We are still in the darkest time of the year which is good for resting…  and dreaming.

When most of us dwelled in rural agrarian communities – and especially in the Celtic lands – feasting and communal enjoyment regularly went on until the end of January while the winter weather did its worst and little could be accomplished out-of-doors. Reading, games, storytelling, acting and verbal competitions were regularly used to entertain those gathered around the only source of heat and light – the fire pile high upon the central hearth.

It is pointless fretting over the dark evenings, the bad weather, the fact that ‘merry Christmas’ has passed. Enjoy today, especially as currently, parts of the country are at a standstill due to ice and snow. Yes, many were planning on returning to work, college and school today. Yes, at some point we will all have to catch up and it might mean extra work for a day or two. But look out of your windows.

Banish those January blues! Go out and breath in the crisp, clear air. Have a snowball fight. Whip up a sweat and get some exercise by shovelling your path or drive clear, and perhaps make a snowman or two in the process! Understand that these are suggestions for the adults. Where are the children? Nothing like playing in snow for healthy exercise, invigorating the appetite or inducing peaceful sleep. Many of us have been given a whole day in which to cleanse and make ourselves healthy. What a gift!

And when darkness begins to fall later this afternoon, don’t simply withdraw into your self-imposed shells. Switch off your appliances and get out the playing cards or a board game. Invite a neighbour in to join you for a glass of wine or a pot of tea. In so doing you will rediscover the true essence of what we were treasuring in our Christmas celebration.

It isn’t really Christmas that we celebrate – we are celebrating life – and each other – and that is to be enjoyed and made the very most of every day of the year!

 

Welcome Winter!

This picture is of my drawing room, all ready and prepared for our rather more seriously adult Calan Gaeaf/Hallowe’en celebrations last Sunday. The first day after the clocks ‘went back’, the end  of the Celtic year and beginning of Winter.

I chose this picture because it typifies how I feel and what I like about this time of year – a drawing in and coming together of friends and family… a time to sit and cogitate, drift and dream beside the hearth… a chance to process all that has happened in one’s life over the light, sunny spring, summer and autumn months…

This is a special time – a few weeks when we can stop and draw breath, reconnect to our roots and grow into ourselves again before all the craziness of Midwinter and Christmas celebration engulfs us. It is a quiet, very personal time. My deeply hidden, secretive and passionate Scorpio self revels in the shadows, the darkness, and all that which is mysteriously hidden and only hinted at. I LOVE this time of year! Perhaps that is why I chose to be born now? But it speaks to all of us.

When I was a child I believed that it was the close proximity to all the excitement of Christmas which made this time of year so very precious and special to me, but it isn’t that at all, just the reverse. Midwinter/Christmas is a part of it, but the deep resonances of heath and home, of ancient connections and ancestors, of rest and rejuvenation and reaffirmation of belief in and love of life reach very much further into our genetic history… our psyche… the very fibre of our being.

Instead of shrinking away from the cold and the dark of winter, I like to enter wholeheartedly into each activity which the change in season and temperature brings. I mark the day when I need to once more get out my thick winter dresses and the evening I first need to wear my warmer nightdresses or fill my hot water bottle. My taste for certain foods changes too, and once more we are into days of baking cakes rich and heavy with fruit, sticky ginger parkin dark with molasses, steaming, savoury stews and casseroles and one of my childhood favourites, ‘taty pie (meat and potato pie) with pale pastry crust and accompanied by well buttered and peppered root veg from the garden.

Longer evenings mean more time to talk and share with the family, to enjoy leisurely meals, to be unhurried. They also facilitate opportunities to plan and create treats for the Midwinter festivities, secret surprises for all to enjoy with all the glee and little or none of the corrosive pressure. And they provide the time and space to settle with a good book, a long neglected hobby, or simply the space to simply be…

So, please don’t reject the winter – grab it with both hands and thoroughly enjoy it while it is here . The long, light, frenetically busy spring and summer months will soon be back with us. Take this opportunity to absorb the nourishing darkness, sink into the shadows, relax and find yourself again.

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