Re-enchanting the Winter Solstice: an invitation

(Image by Catherine Hyde.)

In my last post, I wrote about building a new folk culture based on our native traditions. This seems especially urgent to me now, surrounded as we all are at this time of year by the consumption-driven madness that calls itself Christmas. Even here in the wilds of Connemara, it isn’t possible to escape it. Turn on the radio or the TV, and we’re deluged by ads urging us to buy, buy, buy. Burn the planet, so that for one lunatic day of the year we can wear red hats and snowflake-embroidered sweaters and drink and eat more than is moral, frankly, and imagine everything is perfect and there’s nothing wrong with us – we’re all quite sane, honestly, and we’re sure the planet will be just fine. But we don’t need to ask for whom the jingle bells toll: they’re tolling for us – have been for decades – and still we can’t seem to help ourselves. Buy, buy, buy.

If ever we needed to reinvent our approach to this season, it’s now. Because that’s what we’re supposed to be acknowledging and celebrating here: the season. Whatever other religious rites and symbols might have been bolted onto it, this winter holiday is about winter, and all of the things that are happening around us at this time of the year. Very specifically, it’s about a real astronomical event which happens every year: the Winter Solstice. Winter Solstice happens during the shortest day and longest night of the year, when the sun’s elevation in the sky is at its lowest. The word ‘solstice’ literally means ‘sun stands still’, for at this time the sun appears to halt in its incremental journey across the sky and to change little in position. ‘Winter Solstice’, then, actually refers to a single moment; for this reason, other words are often used for the day itself: ‘midwinter’, or simply ‘the shortest day’.

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

from ‘Burnt Norton’, T.S. Eliot

The significance of Winter Solstice is two-fold: it’s the darkest point of the year, and yet it’s also the moment at which we begin the journey back from that long darkness and into the slow, sometimes painful but ultimately joyous, return of the light.

For most people today, Winter Solstice is at best a curiosity, and at worst a complete irrelevance. But it wasn’t always so. There are many myths and stories about the birth and rebirth of gods which occur at this time, and about battles between the darkness and the light. Here on the westernmost fringes of Europe, we know that Winter Solstice was significant to our ancestors because of the great monuments which were built to acknowledge it: monuments which were aligned to the sunrise on the day of the Solstice (at Newgrange in Ireland and Maes Howe in Orkney, for example). Fires used to be lit at midwinter to welcome the return of the light: the death of the old sun and the rebirth of the new. And lighting those fires was an act of faith, because Winter Solstice occurs at the height of what was historically a time of great uncertainty: starvation, disease and death was common during the cold and barren winter months.

Our ancestors may have lived in the long-ago faraway, but the great cycles of the planet and the great cycles of the natural world are just as relevant to us today as they ever were. ‘Modern’ as we imagine ourselves to be, there is something in each of us which still fears the long dark, and Death seems always to stalk us here, in these shadowy days between Samhain and Imbolg. Once we understood these patterns, and the teachings which follow the rise and fall of the year. But once we were married to the land, and understood many things which now are lost.

I think it’s time we began to understand them again.

Perhaps we’ve abandoned our focus on the season because we fear the long dark. And the long dark is fearful because we’re afraid that one day, the light won’t return after all. Our logos-obsessed intellect tells us that it couldn’t be so – but the mythos which lives on in our imagination and physical senses knows that it’s perfectly possible that it won’t. In this time of global darkness, that fear is more visceral than ever. And on a more personal note, we know full well that one day we won’t wake up to the light; one day we’ll get permanently stuck in the dark, and die.

The dark might be fearful, but it’s part of life. And like all parts of a well-lived life, there’s a richness and a beauty in it which offers both revelation and transformation. Our unease in the dark reflects our fear of endings, as well as our anxieties about new beginnings – and it’s a natural enough response. It’s not something to be avoided: it’s a sign that we’re still breathing, still alive to the world around us. It’s time to stop shuffling through the dark days, medicating ourselves with excess. It’s time to become fully alive to the world around us. It’s time to fully engage with the season.

And yes, for our ancestors, midwinter was very much a time for feasting. The animals had been gathered in, and after months of hard work in the spring, summer and autumn fields, now it was time to rest. But although they might have known the value of a good feast, our ancestors also knew when to stop. They knew when enough was enough, and how to hold the sacred balance between give and take which maintains life for all.

We do not know these things any longer; we’ve forgotten, and forgotten well. We buy our toys and gadgets, and use them like sawdust to fill up the gaping emptiness at our centre. And then we wonder why Christmas is always such a disappointment – why it never quite seems to live up to the promises the advertisers made to us. Where was the snow, and where were the reindeer, and the glittering stars in a truly dark night sky? Where was the real, fully lived magic? And, focused as we always are on assuaging our own all-too-human alienation from the living world around us; and fixating at all costs – at any cost – on our messed-up relationships or emotional ‘process’ or our tortuous pathways to personal ‘wellbeing’, we certainly don’t make time to grieve for the polar bears starving in the Arctic due to man-made climate change, or to think about what we might conceivably do to stop it. We just buy another plastic-wrapped bauble, and say to hell with the oceans: it’s Christmas.

So it’s okay to feast – but only if you understand when enough is enough. And only if you’ve thought about how you’ll survive once the feasting is over, and it’s the famine road which stretches ahead. More than anything, then: before the feast, always make sure that you understand what it is to fast. Because survival depends on preparation, and preparation depends on knowing what is essential. It depends on knowing how to find out what is essential, and that means letting the long, cold dark strip you down to the bare bones. Let winter strip you bare like an old oak tree. Let the final leaves that you’re clinging onto fall. Let it all fall, and see what still keeps you standing.

Winter Solstice is a time of renewal. It’s a time to immerse ourselves in the cycles of nature: of death and rebirth, of darkness and light. It’s a time to think about change and transformation, and to appreciate the still point in the rich, fecund dark before the next cycle gets fully underway. Above all, it’s a time to step out of your head sometimes and let your body – that soft, honest animal part of you – fully embrace the long, cold dark. Without that, you can have no real understanding of what the light even means. So promise yourself this, today: that through the rest of this winter season, you’ll stay awake to the land around you, and to the nonhuman others who inhabit it with you. And that, when the light returns and the famine days are over, and the great cycle of growth begins again, you’ll braid yourself a wedding ring from newly cut rushes, and marry yourself to the land.


Grey Heron Nights

In 2014, I decided to create a personal tradition which would encourage me to focus in on the gifts of the winter season in the context of my own developing life, from year to year. Here’s what I wrote on this blog, back in 2014:

There is an old Greek myth about ‘halcyon days’. The idea springs from a story about the halcyon (from the kingfisher family), about which Aristotle has this to say:

‘The halcyon breeds at the season of the winter solstice. Accordingly, when this season is marked with calm weather, the name of “halcyon days” is given to the seven days preceding, as to as many following, the solstice … The halcyon is said to take seven days for building her nest, and the other seven for laying and hatching her eggs.’

In this land I inhabit there are no halcyons to brighten our winter solstice; instead, the bird of the season is the grey heron. We live by the side of a river which harbours succulent trout; it is no surprise that we share our space with the heron. But they have been especially active recently, and early each morning when I come back from my long dawn walk with the dogs, a heron rises up from the side of the tiny bridge across the river which leads to our house and flies off over the hill behind us.

The heron, or crane, is one of the most frequently mentioned birds in Irish mythology, and it has many associations, but at this time of year for me the most relevant is its connection with the Cailleach – the old hag of winter. The two are linked in part because of the heron’s harsh, wailing cry, but also because of a number of stories which link the two together. And so it is a bird of old age and longevity, and like many birds that are associated with water, it is a guide to the Otherworld. In Welsh mythology, three cranes protect the entrance to Annwn, the Underworld. It is said that cranes dance in circles, and so their dance is associated both with the movement of the sun around the sky, and the circle of life, death, and rebirth through which they guide us.

I’ve always loved the idea of halcyon days, but halcyons form no part of the traditions that spring from my land. Herons, on the other hand, do, and their mythical associations are relevant to this season of the long dark. I do not celebrate Christmas; it has no meaning for me. But I celebrate solstice and the other cycles of the year, for the solstices and equinoxes are real astronomical events, and the quarter-day festivals between them are grounded in the seasonal realities of the land on which I live. We know relatively little about the ways in which our ancestors marked these cycles and seasons, and besides, our lives are different now. It seems to me that we might create our own traditions, equally grounded in the places we inhabit and the lives and stories of the creatures who share it with us. Such traditions can become acts of re-enchantment: creating both wonder, and a sense of connection to the land.

And so the new tradition I have created for myself for this season, and which I offer to you as a gift here, is that of Grey Heron Nights. For this and the next thirteen days, seven to solstice (this year, on Sunday December 21 at 23.03 UTC/ GMT) and the seven beyond, I’ll share something short here, some reflection on the land and the season, some story, some act of connection. Like the mythical halcyon, for seven days I’ll build my nest and for another seven I’ll lay and hatch my eggs – but they will be the eggs of the grey heron, of crane, companion of the Cailleach. And so in this act of deep reflection, this season – which has been so effectively subverted into a season of crass commercialism, consumerism, and consumption – becomes, for me, both re-enchanted and firmly rooted in the real, visceral beauty of the long dark.




Back then in 2014, and again in 2015 too, my Grey Heron Nights centred around a mythical character who unexpectedly presented herself to me: her name was Old Crane Woman, and she had stories enough to go around. This year, Old Crane Woman is taking a break; she has other paths to tread, and by the time Winter Solstice comes around in 2018 you’ll find her telling those stories of hers in a bright, shiny new illustrated book. But I plan to continue my personal tradition of a fourteen-day cycle of seasonal stories and practices; this year I’d like to share those reflections here, as I continue to explore what this season means to me, and to think about authentic and grounded ways of celebrating it.

In the UK and Ireland, the 2017 Winter Solstice falls on Thursday 21 December, at 22.22 GMT. And so the first of my Grey Heron Nights posts will appear this coming Friday, December 15, seven days before solstice, and the final post will appear on Thursday December 28. If you’d like to be sure of catching them, pop over to the right sidebar alongside this post and sign up to follow this blog by email. I hope they enrich your midwinter, and provide both inspiration and food for thought.

Except for the point, the still point,/ There would be no dance, and there is only the dance. It’s dark out there. So let’s dance.


2018-11-18T14:39:16+01:00December 13th, 2017|Article|30 Comments


  1. Michelle McGrath December 13, 2017 at 2:19 pm

    Love this Sharon and resonate so much. After having just moved back to the UK after 20 years in Australia, I have felt a craving to align myself with the seasons. I’m loving the hibernating energy of winter so much, which has really surprised and delighted me.

    • Sharon Blackie December 14, 2017 at 6:29 am

      Yes, I can imagine that would feel like a homecoming to a body which will remember what once was natural to it. And I love the hibernation too. And the dark early mornings for writing when the rest of the world is still in bed …

  2. Dana Wakefield December 13, 2017 at 3:22 pm

    A lovely read on this frigid morning.

  3. mandala56 December 13, 2017 at 4:00 pm

    I’m looking forward to following along. I long for some new way to observe the seasons…

  4. coppicelearner December 13, 2017 at 4:15 pm

    Very timely Sharon. On Monday I slipped on a patch of ice and broke my wrist so now I am learning a lot of hard lessons about what happens when I cannot ‘do’ much and have to rest. I mark Christmas out of habit and because a feast and light in the darkest part of the year lifts the spirits but I never spend a great deal and know better than to think that plastic tat will do good to me, anyone else or the planet. Now I will be thinking about celebrating the solstice instead and look foward to reading your reflections.

    • Sharon Blackie December 14, 2017 at 6:28 am

      Oh, all the ways in which the world conspires to make us slow down 🙂 I hope you enjoy your enforced rest.

  5. yewtree December 13, 2017 at 7:43 pm

    a wonderful idea thank you Sharon, i’m all for a new way to pay attention to the wild world……i look forward to your words thank you.

  6. senlowes2013Sarah Lowes December 13, 2017 at 8:36 pm

    I feel in the minority because I love “the long dark” and all my friends are pining for hot days and full sun! This time of year feels so creative to me and so full of weather energy,be it strong winds or pouring rain – I love it all!

    • Sharon Blackie December 14, 2017 at 6:27 am

      I am with you! This is the richest time of year for me too, when I always feel completely at home in my skin, and pine for the fading dark after the solstice. So it goes – offering something to look forward to again as the great wheel turns!

      • senlowes2013 December 14, 2017 at 11:10 am

        Hurrah – a like-minded soul! I relish each day of autumn and winter – it goes too fast…

    • laurenbdavis December 15, 2017 at 8:13 pm

      I’m with you, too. I am not a fan of summer… but oh, how alive I feel when autumn comes. And today, the snow is coming down, the fire is on, I have my dog beside me, a book (We, the Drowned, by Carsten Jensen) to read and a cup of hot chocolate before me. Heaven.

      • senlowes2013Sarah Lowes December 16, 2017 at 12:43 pm

        Sounds like heaven, Lauren! I have no dog but my two Siamese cats are asleep on the radiator shelf as I type this…

        • Sharon Blackie December 24, 2017 at 4:34 pm

          Heaven indeed! A fine winter image from each of you.

  7. annemccabe December 13, 2017 at 10:14 pm

    thanks for this, Sharon! I am inspired to write my own halcyon 7 days prior/and after the Winter Solstice. For me, in Western Massachusetts, the birds I’ve seen every morning are the crows in flight from treetop to treetop.



    • Sharon Blackie December 14, 2017 at 6:26 am

      Black Crow Nights sounds good to me, and would work for most of the world, I suspect! And the Morrígan, like the Cailleach, has her winter moments, too …

  8. Lisa Wagner December 14, 2017 at 1:41 am

    An excellent post, Sharon, but perhaps most of your blog readers (at least me) have already abandoned the buying gifts, rushing around, holiday rush mentality? My husband and I haven’t bought gifts for anyone, including each other, for several decades, although that’s been aided by not having kids and family members to worry about holiday-wise.

    I am guilty, in the last two years, of baking WAY too many cookies, for a neighborhood Holiday Tour and a Cookie Swap. My hubbie and I don’t need to eat all of the “extras” and it’s rather silly to be foisting cookies out into a community that doesn’t need more cookies. After many years of traveling at Winter Break (over the holidays), I’ve been overcompensating a bit, I suppose.

    I do volunteer for the Healthy Living Pantry distribution and in a local community garden, and we eat vegetables from our own garden more than I’d really like, sometimes. Greens, again? So I’m hardly in the sugar indulgence corner, but the dark side is always appealing!

    I love the idea of embracing the dark, although it’s difficult for me, and I celebrate the coming of Winter Solstice, and the lengthening days ahead.

    Thanks for your thoughts.

    • Sharon Blackie December 14, 2017 at 6:25 am

      Hi Lisa – well, I always hope that some of my posts will find their way beyond the dedicated readership of this blog, so what seems obvious to some is still worth saying. And fresh greens in the dark of winter is always a treat – seems like a miracle of the finest kind! Enjoy your holiday time.

  9. lornasmithers December 14, 2017 at 12:57 pm

    For the first time in my life I have told my friends and relatives I’m not doing Christmas this year (and that I won’t be doing it again). It is such a release to have a break from the commericalism and stress and find time for quiet and darkness. Coincidentally I was watching a heron down by the icy-banked river a couple of days ago and do like the idea of integrating Heron into my mid-winter observances. I’ll look forward to your Grey Heron Nights posts.

    • Sharon Blackie December 17, 2017 at 3:54 pm

      Yes, a release indeed! But not always easy, first time around. People still look at us very strangely at our ‘we don’t do Christmas’ response to the inevitable questions about whether you’ve done your Christmas shopping, what you’re going to eat on Christmas day, and all that malarkey! We do gently celebrate the solstice day and that feels right – but also feels enough!

  10. owlsdaughter December 14, 2017 at 3:59 pm

    I love your wisdom, Sharon, and how our paths and journeys intertwine, often unbeknownst to one another. I have been posting about and encouraging my blog visitors to celebrate the Halcyon Days since 2007 (at least), having learned about them from the beautiful work of Waverly Fitzgerald (“Living in Time).

    I love what you have to say about this time-out-of-time, and how you have made it more in harmony with your own birds and natural surroundings. May your days be blessed with the deep peace of Solstice’s pause and re-birthing.

  11. the wild matryoshka December 15, 2017 at 2:06 am

    Thank you. I love discovering new words and worlds through your writings. Halycon Days. Yes. Nest builders unite.

  12. Eliana December 15, 2017 at 6:49 pm

    Thank you Sharon for finding the words that just now loosened the tightly held truth tucked deep inside me. It is so cleverly covered over by the facade I adopted so I could blindly play along with the world in its folly. No longer!!! The dam has broken – the truth is escaping into the wide open and tears are flowing to germinate these seeds of truth!

    “So promise yourself this, today: that through the rest of this winter season, you’ll stay awake to the land around you, and to the nonhuman others who inhabit it with you. And that, when the light returns and the famine days are over, and the great cycle of growth begins again, you’ll braid yourself a wedding ring from newly cut rushes, and marry yourself to the land.”

  13. Robin December 17, 2017 at 3:05 pm

    Love this writing & where did you get the picture of the girl with the fox? I tried to see the artist name at the bottom but couldn’t see it well enough to be sure….??

    • Sharon Blackie December 17, 2017 at 3:52 pm

      It is by Gina Litherland – there should have been a caption but it seems to have disappeared!

  14. Mary December 23, 2017 at 11:39 pm

    Sharon, your writing is simply wonderful.
    Your thoughts that you have expressed speak to me in such a way that makes real all those feelings and intuitions that swirl in my mind.
    “Let winter strip you bare like an old oak tree. Let the final leaves that you’re clinging onto fall. Let it all fall, and see what still keeps you standing.” Brought me to happy tears.
    I live now in the countryside, with acres of forest and paths, and see the marks of the deer, their pathways, and the coyote, fox and hare; the owl wing impressions in the snow after finding breakfast…every morning, and I feel that I need to keep these creatures safe, I need to protect them. The countryside, with its dark nights and bright stars, show you the wheel of the seasons, and mark how the trees and landscape change everyday, I walk through, bearing witness.
    Wonderful, I’m so glad I found your site. Thank you

    • Sharon Blackie December 24, 2017 at 4:35 pm

      Thank you, Mary – lovely images and yes, women as guardians and protectors of the earth, which was the theme of ‘If Women Rose Rooted’ too …

  15. mgtmc1234 December 24, 2017 at 6:59 pm

    I loved this post Sharon and have been following your Heron Nights posts. I so look forward to them every day. This is my first year when I have withdrawn from the consumerism christmas thing and I did celebrate Solstice fully this year. No people for three days. Bliss. Thank you for all your wonderful writings.

    • Sharon Blackie December 26, 2017 at 7:00 am

      Yes – for a good few years before I met David I celebrated this time of year alone, and although people seemed intent on feeling sorry for me, it was in many ways some of the richest time I’ve ever known. Because everyone else was tied up with their busyness, it was easy to disappear. Which is sometimes a good thing! Glad you found it so.

  16. Denise Armon-Jones January 1, 2018 at 4:06 pm

    I am so grateful to have found your books and your writings, Sharon. You are one of the beacons in this darkness. Thank you.

    • Sharon Blackie January 2, 2018 at 6:12 am

      Ah, that’s a lovely thing to hear at the start of the new year. Thank you!

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