Tomorrow is the spring equinox. You can find ways to celebrate here.
I’ll be traveling next week, so I won’t be blogging. But I have a little giveaway planned while I’m away, so check back on Monday for the details!
Happy first day of spring!
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By Abby Quillen
Tomorrow is the spring equinox. You can find ways to celebrate here.
I’ll be traveling next week, so I won’t be blogging. But I have a little giveaway planned while I’m away, so check back on Monday for the details!
Happy first day of spring!
By Abby Quillen
The first day of spring is nearly here. What better time to start some new traditions? Here are some ideas:
Or create your own traditions to welcome spring.
Resources for seasonal celebrations:
The Book of the Year: A Brief History of Our Seasonal Holidays by Anthony F. Aveni
Ceremonies of the Seasons by Jennifer Cole
The Spring Equinox: Celebrate the Greening of the Earth by Ellen Jackson
Together: Creating Family Traditions by Rondi Hillstrom Davis and Janell Sewall Oakes
The Creative Family by Amanda Blake Soule
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By Abby Quillen
I love the feeling of coming out of a rut.
The rhythms of life sometimes go stale. You find yourself preparing the same meals every week, going through the same routines, taking the same walk, doing the same chores.
Then one day the whole world feels electric again, your brain buzzes with ideas, and you can’t wait to start something new.
I used to imagine that I could keep myself from falling into a rut in the first place. But I’ve come to accept that ruts are necessary. The constant cycle of coming in and out of them mirrors the seasons. Fall brings fresh starts. Winter lulls us to a slower pace. Spring pulses with promise … then the sluggish heat descends.
Yesterday was a day for coming out of ruts. The sunshine made the air almost glittery.
My son and I weaved up hills, stomped in puddles, took photographs of trees, and pointed out birds to each other. We closed our eyes and turned our faces to the sun.
I’ve never wanted to live in the tropics. I love seasons. Even though winter’s darkness and summer’s heat almost always come to feel unbearable at some point, that makes the coming season feel all the more welcome. And they give life its rhythms.
My life has its own rhythms right now – dough rising, bread baking, stews simmering, fingers fluttering across the keyboard, words appearing on the computer screen, the never-ending washing and drying and folding of laundry, the squeak of the swing set as my son goes back and forth. I love these routines. I feel grateful for this abundant life. But sometimes the sameness of it all, day after day after day, can feel almost as unbearable as a subzero December week or a scorching August afternoon.
And then a spring day comes along to remind us that what seems permanent right now will be gone before we know it.
By Abby Quillen
December 21 is the shortest day of the year in the northern hemisphere. Locales above the Arctic Circle, including parts of Canada, Alaska, Norway, Sweden, Finland, Russia, Greenland, and the very northern tip of Iceland will experience 24 hours of total darkness. You can find out when the sun will rise and set where you live here.
Winter was a long, dark, and difficult time for many of our forebears. The solstice provided an opportunity for people to celebrate the return of more daylight.
How did ancient people celebrate?
Gift-giving
The ancient Romans exchanged candles and other gifts during Saturnalia, their week-long solstice celebration.
Role-switching
In Persia, the king changed places with one of his subjects on the winter solstice, and the subject was crowned during an elaborate street party.
In Rome, masters and servants switched roles; senators wore simple, rather than elaborate togas; men sometimes dressed as women; fights and grudges were forgotten; and other everyday conventions were put aside.
Candle-lighting
In England and Scandinavia, people lit a Yule log, or oak branch, which was often replaced by a large candle that burned throughout the day.
Bonfires
Japanese Shinto farmers lit fires on the mountain sides to welcome back the sun.
Mistletoe and Evergreen Trees
The British Celts put mistletoe on their altars. And the Germans and Romans decorated their houses with evergreen trees, wreaths, and garlands as a symbol of life and renewed fertility.
Sun Festivals
The Hopi celebrated the return of the sun with ceremonies. Priests dressed in animal skins with feathers in their head-dresses to look like the rays of the sun.
Why celebrate the first day of winter?
The holiday season is busy enough for most of us. Why add anything else to the to-do list?
Well, celebrating the first day of each season has many benefits. It offers the perfect opportunity to:
The key to celebrating the first day of winter, when most of us are busy planning other celebrations, is to keep it simple, and choose traditions that give you time to relax and reflect.
Some ideas:
Resources:
The Winter Solstice by John Matthews
The Book of the Year: A Brief History of Our Seasonal Holidays by Anthony aveni
Celebrate the Solstice by Richard Heinberg
Ceremonies of the Seasons by Jennifer Cole
The Winter Solstice by Ellen Jackson
Do you already celebrate the first day of winter? I’d love to hear about your traditions.
By Abby Quillen
By Abby Quillen
The ducks are flying low, black vees swooping between the trees. “Ga ga,” Ezra calls as they pass. He’s toddling along beside me. He weaves into a neighbor’s yard, and I reach for his hand to veer him back onto the sidewalk
Ezra took his first solo steps this week at seventeen months old. Most babies hit this milestone, oh, about a half-year before Ezra.
He took his time, but he’s hitting it in style. Within a day, he’s toddling everywhere – down the hall, across the park, and up and down the block. And he couldn’t be more thrilled about it.
“Hi, hi, hi,” he calls to a neighbor’s cat. He crouches and picks up a leaf, then stops to examine a lavender plant, refusing to budge for several minutes. “Vroom, vroom,” he says, watching someone ride by on a bicycle.
“Where’s the ball?” He points at a pumpkin on a doorstep.
I tend to walk fast. On walks, my husband is always tugging on my arm. “Slow down. I’m back here.” And my parents call my walks sprints. I just love that feeling of striding – legs pumping, arms gliding.
But I’m appreciating Ezra’s pace right now. My favorite season is almost over. The last yellow leaves are clinging to barren branches, and they shine like pendants in the afternoon sun. The sun, itself, won’t be with us for much longer. It usually goes into hiding until about mid-February. So Ezra and I are making the most of it, ambling around the neighborhood every chance we get.
Watching Ezra delight in his first walks makes me think of my four-year-old nephew. He just got his first pair of glasses. His grandmother says he stands at the window and gazes out, remarking on blades of grass, twigs, the grain of wood.
Imagine seeing all of it for the first time.
This post is for Steady Mom’s 30 Minute Blog Challenge.