dark time

In The Dark Time
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In The Dark Time

by Katie LaFond

Culture is the context; if it is holding you firmly and comfortably, it is mostly invisible. In my writing, I like to bring these unseen things forward, and try to make them a little easier to feel and to weave into your own context. Today, I’m going to talk about what I (and my family) do in the Dark. 

Pagans often talk about the Light half of the year, and the Dark half. Most understand this to mean the time between Beltane (May) and Samhain (November), and Samhain to Beltane. Most understand the Light Time to be a time to come together, to celebrate, to share, and to socialize, and the Dark Time to draw within, to rest, to dream, and to tend the inner fire. 

The Light half of the year brings us together at Gatherings, Sacred Land observances, Harvest Festivals, and frequent opportunities to come together. Pagans can mostly be as busy as they want to be during this time of the year, which my extroverted friends delight in, and even my introverted friends appreciate the overt model for “what to do.”

Descent

The first part of the Dark Time follows a fairly predictable pattern, and one we have plenty of models for. At Samhain, many families will clean graves, have a Dumb Supper, and Honor the Ancestors. At Yule, we sing up the Sun, burn a Yule Log, and gather with loved ones. 

Then, for a lot of people, it feels like a very long, cold time before Beltane. 

We have fewer models for “what to do” as New England pagans. We have Imbolc, which isn’t really the start of spring here, and even Spring Equinox often still feels like winter. We make Brigid crosses and often have our children hunt for eggs amid snowdrifts, but it is too cold to eat all that chocolate outside.

An image of an outdoor fire with a foreground closeup of a hand holding two metal knitting needles.

I return to the idea that we draw within, rest, dream, and tend the inner fire. When we lived in close knit communities that relied on each other for survival, we would spend the winter together, gathered around the hearth. We would tell stories, make music, make tools, weapons, art, and clothing. We would tap the trees during sugaring season and take turns tending the boiling sap, watching the billowing water vapor create dragons in the frosty air. We slept more, and dreamt more deeply, telling each other about our dreams, and letting the Unseen be a little closer to us. 

In January I Dream. I foster a deep dreaming culture with my family. We have an extravagant sleep hygiene routine including stories, songs, vaporizers, fuzzy blankets, dream journals, and hot water bottles. We set alarms well before “get out of bed” time and talk about our dreams each morning while we snuggle before our busy day starts. I add events to my calendar so I don’t accidentally accept too many invitations, and instead I sit still, reflect, and journal about the year behind me, and what my hopes are for the year ahead. I add other events to my calendar to remind me to do things just for enjoyment. Joy is a pagan value, and January is a wonderful time to indulge in long hot baths, stargazing with heated socks on, and a massage or two. It can be hard to motivate yourself to go outside during the long cold dark, but your body will thank you for it.

February brings creation forward, as things Gestate. It is not about the product; the act of creating is joyful in itself. I try to make something each day; cooking, carving, writing, knitting, colored pencil drawings… anything that gets my creative juices flowing. I spend hours choosing seeds for my garden and planning this year’s layout. February is also Sugaring season, and I like to think about how the Sap is running in the Maples, and I like to think of something each day that brings sweetness to my life. Something small and beautiful; the sap isn’t boiled into syrup yet… 

Ascent

March sees things Emerge. I begin to sprout the seeds I’ve been collecting in the Dark, both literal and figurative. My onion seeds are first, quickly joined by kale and parsley. I look over my journals from Twilight Covening and Yule, and finally put my annual Tarot Card up by my desk. I make new jewelry to remind myself of the ways I want to grow and I stretch into these new pieces and test drive nascent shapes that limber as I grow into them. 

The word April literally means Open. I work to Open Wide. I walk outside every day, noticing how each day there is something new blooming, chirping, or emerging. I appreciate these last days with my wings still wrapped around myself and my family before I open wide my arms to embrace my community again at Rites of Spring. 

What do you do in the Dark? 

In the Spirit of the Earth,
Katie LaFond February 2024

Indulging in the Dark Time
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Indulging in the Dark Time

by Katie LaFond

Now that the Yule season is over, a lot of my friends have a hard time as they wait for spring. The days are getting longer, but we still have a stretch to get to Spring Equinox.

Here are some things my family and I like to do this time of year, in case they help you. Feel free to add your own ideas in the comment section below.

  • I set up hot chocolate or tea to be ready when I come back in from some bundled fresh air, yes even when I’m tired.
  • We light candles, even if overhead lights are on. It’s surprising how they can change the mood in a room.
  • I always have three or four books going. You don’t need to hold yourself to false moral reading standards. I usually have a comedy, fantasy, and a couple nonfiction books going on in the winter.
  • Stillness. We use winter to encourage myself to slow down, monotask, and to say “no” to lots of things. This is one of the ways we try to tap into the natural cycles that are so easy to forget with modern technology.
  • Darkness. I love it and I’m unafraid of it. I shower in the dark all the time and turn on as few lights as I can, both out of silly, childlike “can I manage to put my earrings away, find my pajamas, and get to bed without being able to see anything?” and because the dark allows other pieces of me to surface and flex.
  • Extra sleep. My Nan talked about how our Nordic ancestors told stories of how people would sleep more in the long dark and less in the endless day, so I often indulge in nine hours a night. I have a lush relationship with Dreams, and when I sleep as much as my body wants, it nurtures that relationship, and it is deeply nourishing to me. This is where the power of “no” comes in handy, because if I said yes to everything, I would not have the time to get this much sleep.

These are just a few ideas that carry us through the dark, cold days of Winter. What are some of your favorite activities, whether playful or self-care-ful?