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Embrace the Darkness: Winter Solstice
Published about 2 months ago • 4 min read
The Gift of Darkness
Completion and Beginning
There is a moment, precise and mathematical, when the Earth reaches the furthest tilt away from the sun in its endless dance through space. We call it the winter solstice, though what we're really naming is a threshold—the point at which darkness achieves its greatest reach before the slow return of light begins.
I've always found it curious that we mark this moment as a beginning. The longest night, the deepest dark, and yet nearly every culture that has watched the winter sky has understood this as the birth of something rather than its ending. The Romans had their Saturnalia, the ancient Celts their observances at Newgrange, the Scandinavians their Yule. Light is born from darkness, they understood, not despite it, but because of it.
This isn't a metaphor. It's an observation.
The Pedagogy of Winter
Western culture has largely lost the vocabulary for understanding darkness as anything other than lack. We speak of depression, of dark nights of the soul, of winter as something to be endured rather than entered. Our cities blaze with light every evening, as if we could somehow legislate away the season through sheer lumens. We heat our homes to summer temperatures and import strawberries from the other side of the world, so we need never feel winter's genuine constraint.
But the Earth is patient with our forgetting. Winter keeps teaching whether we're listening or not.
What winter teaches first is completion. The work of gathering and preparing reaches its natural end. The last leaves fall. The gardens go dormant. The birds that were going to migrate have migrated; those that remain have found their strategies for endurance. There is a quality of settlement in the winter landscape, a sense of things being exactly where they need to be. Not waiting, not biding time, but complete. Whole. Sufficient.
This is harder to feel than you might think. We're conditioned to experience completion as a kind of death, or at least as a problem to be solved. Surely there must be more to do, more to achieve, more to add. The capitalist imagination cannot conceive of enough. It requires perpetual growth, endless productivity, the colonization of every moment with purpose and profit. Winter says: No. Some things are complete. Some growth happens in darkness, invisible. Some work requires rest.
Darkness as Generative Space
I want to tell you something that might sound strange: darkness is not the absence of light. It's a presence in its own right, with its own qualities, its own textures, its own ways of teaching.
Spend time in genuine darkness—not the orange glow of streetlit nights, but the deep darkness of moonless evenings far from human settlements—and you'll discover what I mean. At first, there's the expected disorientation, the sense of vulnerability that comes from not being able to see. But if you stay, if you let your eyes adjust and your other senses wake, something else emerges. You begin to notice sounds you'd never hear in daylight. The texture of air becomes palpable. Distance and nearness rearrange themselves according to different logics. You discover that darkness is not empty but full, not absence but presence.
This is what winter offers. Not the absence of summer's abundance but the presence of a different kind of plenty. The seeds beneath the snow, dreaming their future shapes. The slow work of decomposition feeds next year's growth. The mycorrhizal networks are still connecting tree to tree in the frozen ground, sharing resources, sending signals. The animals in their burrows and dens, their metabolisms slowed but not stopped, their dreams, whatever animal dreams might be.
None of this is visible. All of it is essential.
What Winter Asks
Winter asks for patience with natural timing. This is perhaps its most countercultural teaching. Everything in our world is designed for speed, for efficiency, for the elimination of waiting. Winter says: Some things cannot be rushed. Some growth requires dormancy. Some strength comes from learning to endure.
The season invites us inward, toward silence, toward the capacity to be with what is rather than always reaching for what might be. This isn't about becoming passive or resigned. It's about discovering the kinds of strength and clarity that only emerge in stillness.
There's a relationship between our inner landscapes and the outer world that becomes more apparent in winter. You might find yourself wanting to sleep more, to move more slowly, to spend more time in reflection than in action. This isn't laziness. It's alignment. The same energies that draw the sap down into tree roots, that send animals into their dens, that pull the Earth itself into a kind of contemplative pause—these move through human bodies too.
One of winter's paradoxes is that the work of withdrawal often leads to more authentic connection. When you've spent time in genuine solitude, really learning what it means to be alone with yourself and with the world, you come back to others differently. Less desperate for distraction, less afraid of silence, more able to be present to another person's actual reality rather than your projection of what you need them to be.
The Return of Light
But here's what makes the solstice such a perfect threshold: even as we enter the deepest darkness, even as we honour winter's invitation to depth, we do so knowing that light is already returning. From this moment forward, each day will be fractionally longer. The angle of the sun will shift, degree by degree, back toward summer.
This isn't a contradiction of winter's work. It's the completion of it.
The return of light matters because it was born from darkness. The new growth that will emerge in spring matters because it gestated through winter. The summer's abundance matters because it grew from winter's apparent barrenness. You can't have one without the other. They're not opposites but partners, each making the other possible.
Right now, at this precise moment of solstice, something is being born that cannot yet be seen but can be trusted. This is the gift of darkness. Not the absence of light, but the presence of a different kind of knowing. Not the end of seeing, but the beginning of perception.
The longest night teaches what the brightest day cannot. In the space where we stop trying to see, we might finally learn to perceive.
Join a community discovering how living lightly and deeply through seasonal practices of presence can heal both our scattered attention and our relationship with the living world. Because mending the world begins with mending our capacity to truly see it.
