Still in the Dark: A Feminine New Year

The turning into the New Year carries a strange tension in the body. Fireworks, music, voices raised in collective celebration, and yet beneath it all the land remains deep in winter. In the old ways of the Celtic peoples, this moment was never understood as the true beginning of the year. The earth had not stirred. The sap had not risen. The light was only just beginning its slow return. The feminine rhythms of life still rested in darkness.

The ancient understanding of time moved through thirteen lunar cycles, shaped by the moon, the tides, blood rhythms, fertility, rest, and renewal. These cycles belonged to the feminine intelligence of the land and body. Life unfolded through spirals, pauses, and thresholds rather than fixed dates. The marking of the New Year at this point in winter arose later through political and patriarchal order, designed for administration, control, and outward momentum rather than inner truth and seasonal wisdom.

This doesn't mean the New Year must be rejected or stripped of joy. Celebration itself belongs to life. Gathering, laughter, ritual, and shared fire have always held meaning. What matters is remembering that the body and the land still speak a different language. Winter continues and the dark still holds us. The feminine psyche remains inward, listening, composting, softening.

This time asks for rest rather than resolution, for recalibration rather than ambition. The old feminine wisdom understands that seeds do not push upward before their time. They rest in the soil, held in darkness, drawing nourishment, forming quietly. This is a season for reflection, feeling, and gentle awareness rather than goal setting and outward striving. To live in feminine consciousness now is to hold both truths at once. To step into collective celebration with warmth and presence, while remaining rooted in inner rhythm. To allow the joy of shared marking of time, while honoring the deeper seasonal intelligence of the body. They dont need to be in opposition, rather the new way can be about integration.

Tonight offers a subtle doorway. A moment to pause inwardly even amid sound and movement. A time to quietly reflect on what has completed its cycle, what is loosening, what is asking to be held with care rather than shaped too soon. It is a night for listening rather than deciding. Above us, the Seven Sisters shimmer in the winter sky, ancient witnesses to the feminine dance between earth and moon. Long before calendars, women lifted their eyes to these stars and felt their bodies respond. The moon moves through the night with them, pulling tides within land and womb alike. This celestial rhythm reminds us that life unfolds through mystery, timing, and trust.

We are still seeds in the soil. Still resting. Still listening.

The new feminine way is spacious enough to celebrate and to wait. To stand in community and to remain inwardly true. To honour the turning of the calendar while remaining faithful to the deeper cycles of body, moon, and land. Winter continues its quiet work. And so do we.

I wish you all a special night reflecting, celebrating , enjoying the wine or the constellations or what ever it is you choose. Take your moments of reflection, or any emotions that rise in you to what has passed but know there is still time to work with all of what may come to you.

Sending you so much love.

Collette

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