Winter Musings
self-reflection * meditation * movement * meanderings * musings * creative expression
Winter darkness holds a very particular kind of sweetness to it.
A nectar that isn’t visible to the eye.
Winter darkness might feel harsh and cold, but when you meet it with candles and slowness an inner heath is created.
Winter is the time to tend to the inner fire, the hearth in your heart.
The hearth in your heart is the warm place where you can lay your grief to rest, where sadness has a given space.
It is the place where death and decay is transformed by the fire.
Winter Musings is a time to withdraw into the darkest time of the year together.
PRACTICALITIES
When: Tuesday mornings at 7am GMT / 8am CET / 9am EET
December 3 - January 14
no class of December 24
Where: In your own home - live via Zoom or through recording
What: Candle lit, cardamom and pine needle scented, sweet & slow morning time for meditation, movement, meanderings, musings & creative expression.
I invite you to come to these sessions in your pajamas if you like. Bring hot drinks and sweet snacks, and books you long to read. There will be no teaching, but there will be poetry, stories and readings. There is no need for you to do anything, but there will be invitations to slip into meditation and movement. Sometimes we will meet in silence, sometimes sound will travel from my home into yours.
Why: Winter darkness holds a very particular kind of sweetness, nectar, to it. It might feel harsh and cold at first, but when you meet it with candles and slowness an inner heath is created. Winter is the time to tend to the inner fire, the hearth in your heart. Here we can withdraw into the darkest time of the year together.
How much: 62 euro
“Plants and animals don’t fight the winter; they don’t pretend it’s not happening and attempt to carry on living the same lives that they lived in the summer. They prepare. They adapt. They perform extraordinary acts of metamorphosis to get them through. Winter is a time of withdrawing from the world, maximising scant resources, carrying out acts of brutal efficiency and vanishing from sight; but that’s where the transformation occurs. Winter is not the death of the life cycle, but its crucible.”
-Katherine May
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