Over the last number of years I've made an adjustment in my mind of when my "New Year's" begins. As someone who loves any opportunity for fresh starts, setting intentions and celebrating the potential to come, I find that the 1st January feels to me like a false start! Its dark, its cold, the days are short and the energy is low. As the years have passed I’ve come to understand why it is these January intentions often take more than they create when it comes to energy.
In the heart of winter, when we look to nature, it’s a time for rest, reflection, conserving. And in these darkest days before the light begins to return, I feel lucky to have the wisdom to resist the productivity push to get the year off to a flying start! On a 1st February, the first day of Spring, Brigid’s Day, Imbolc I take the opportunity to begin my year. And I do this slowly, gently, paced with what I see and feel around me. It’s still cold, though a little less dark. My energy...
