Our bodies remember tradition just as much as our head and hearts do. Cyclical rhythms move through us to mark the passage of time. This time of year as the days get shorter, so do the experiences of our day to day lives.
We decorate our homes, eat nourishing foods (some treats too!) and sip warm drinks. We sit by the fire singing songs and telling tales of magic and wonderment. Traditions guide us back home. These rituals are our reminders. They remind us not only that we are safe and loved but that we belong. Embodying a deep sense of belonging in this world means you feel truly seen and connected. Through tradition we re-member our belonging.
This is the gift I wish to give my children. I want them to know in their bones that they belong here. What’s so great about being a young a family is the chance to build our traditions together. We weave stories from the past together with our modern lives to create experiences that will live on within our children.
This garland tells the story of life happening right outside my door.
The feathers we gathered from a few extra special chickens that were culled this season. The flowers were planted in the spring for both their beauty and medicinal purposes. The berries, pinecones and grapevine were foraged in the woods surrounding our homestead.
The Feast Day of St. Lucia
There are many stories about who St. Lucia was and the light she brought to the people of Sweden. One story says she was a young girl who wore a crown of candles on her head and brought food to those in need. She wore this candle crown so her hands were free to carry more food. I like to think of her as the bringer of light during the darkest part of the year. Saint Lucia buns are sweet buns made with saffron and are made every year for the December 13th celebration. I found a recipe and made them for my family. They were delicious!
This one needs no explanation. Sitting by the fire is one of the oldest and most comforting rituals there is. While our world is in darkness, being nourished by the warmth and inspired by the light keeps us whole. It is something we enjoy holding in our home several times per week all winter long. Fire is forever a symbol of hope.
However you choose to celebrate, I hope you enjoyed this small peek inside our lives. Believe in the magic of the season and miracles are suddenly everywhere.