by Diana
January is always victimised as a somehow slightly dull month, compared to its predecessor, festive December, the soul of the party. It’s hard to embrace an urban winter without the abundant fairy lights, the ongoing carols soundtracking the busy commute, the decorated (and murdered) Christmas trees and the pre-new-year-resolution food feasts.
I miss how lockdown gave us thematic weekends to keep us going during those toughest months and I am determined to keep alive the idea of celebrating the every day, reviving traditions and discovering new ones to hold on to and make our lives reacher and more nurtured even though popular December is not here to give us permission to do so.
Continuing with the blog is always part of my list of intentions. As Christians we celebrate epiphany, without the traditional kings cake though, but want to also mark wassailing as a tradition that fosters gratitude to nature, singing and blessings the trees (around the playground at least) hoping for good health and abundant shade in the summer. Hopefully we won’t go too deep into hell when embracing pagan rituals. We are marking it with a flask filled with mulled cider and warmly packed apple cider cookies, to recover from running around our tiny hyper toddler.
Have a happy 2022!
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