21/12/2025
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On this longest night, when the world exhales into stillness, into the void, you are invited to walk beside the Cailleach, the ancient Crone Goddess, Keeper of Winterโs wisdom. She will gently take you by the hand, supporting you as you enter the peace and quiet of your Womb of darkness. In this place, nothing is asked of you but to soften, to listen, to surrender, receiving her nourishment and wisdom.
Here, in this blackness, as you look back on your year, have the courage to allow the unspoken to rise. The fears you have carried, the grief you have swallowed, the anxieties that tightened your breath, the old skins and limitations that no longer fit the woman you are becoming.
Lay them down gently. Let them fall like leaves returning to the soil, enriching the earth with fertility in preparation for what you want to re-birth in the coming year.
And as you release that which no longer aligns with you, notice the faint shimmer of returning light and notice the first spark of illumination gathering in your Womb of possibilities, quietly preparing to be born in 2026.