Okay, so the end of Solstice Tide didn’t go as planned. Extreme cold weather, an “urgent” ultrasound (I’m fine, baby’s fine), a problem with the house, and not getting very much sleep each night made for a less-than-perfect end to Solstice Tide. But, there’s nothing to really fret about as we still sang to trees and drank cider, we still discussed our plans for this year based on our omen, and we celebrated with friends both on the night of the Boar Feast and Twelfth Night. It just wasn’t as formal as we’d planned, and that’s okay. We’re coming into 2018 in a good place.
That being said, it’s the last day of Carbmas (the secular version of Solstice Tide), and then back to our green beans and regular lives… although I’m not sure yet what that’s going to look like for me. I’ve never really been one for resolutions — we take a year-omen instead and work towards that together — but 2018 will be filled with so many unknowns that all I can really do is enter the new year with grace.
I only have four days left of work before I’m on vacation and then maternity leave for a year. I’m the kind of person who finds my own worth in what I am doing and achieving, and without my mundane work (which I do love), and without my Grove and other community work (having stepped down from every position excepting ADF Priest), I’m not sure where I’ll find myself. I’m having a hard time with that even now. Please, don’t tell me that now I can focus on being a mother, because I fear that women often lose their identities in parenthood. What I’m hoping is that I’ll re-ground myself within my hearth religion, and be able to share some of that energy with others. So, maybe I’ll write more, but I make no promises. 🙂