Winter Solstice Ritual: A guide to cultivating hope

Winter Solstice Ritual rgb

Hello to you on this December day.

Here in the Northern Hemisphere the days are short and the nights are long, but we are soon approaching the turning. Soon, the nights will shorten and the days will lengthen and the tide of the year will swing once again.

This cyclical turning of time was an integral part of the ancient celtic calendar. Marking the passage of time and the movement of the planets offered a clock based on the seasons. It gave markers for when it was time to rest, plant, tend, harvest and return to rest again. At eight points in the year, particular crossings or thresholds were celebrated, the Winter Solstice being an important one of them.

The was a celebration to both honour the dark and welcome the light. It was a time of pause, magic and mysticism- nowhere more evident in some of the architecture of the time, when the solstice winter light was magically tunnelled down passage tombs such as Newgrange, to illuminate an inner chamber within the tomb.

Christmas too has long been associated with magic. Santa, flying reindeer, presents left under trees are modern day embodiments of these ancient practices of honouring this time of year- a time of giving thanks, of joy, of hope and yes, magic. And yet, for many Christmas is a hard time, the financial pressures of an overly commercialised festival, the missing of loved ones and absent friends, or even the deeper struggles to find a home in the wider place in the world, can all be amplified at this time of year.

Switching on the global news headlines does not seem to help either- one would not be alone in giving oneself over to cynicism. Hope then, in these days of uncertainty and fear becomes even more powerful and more urgent.

But what does it mean to cultivate hope?

8573757001_3333ff64fc_oOne of the origins of hope is pause. To sit still in the fullness of our lives and give ourselves back to the magic of joy, generosity and to the dream of better days to come- for to be hopeful is to have belief in the possibilities of the future, as individuals and as a collective.

The word solstice itself comes from the Latin, meaning, Sol (sun) + Sistere (to stand still). And so, this reflective planner and these simple rituals are designed to help us do just that- to take some pause, to stand still for a few hours, to re-claim our dreams and in doing so cultivate our hope. They will help us to tune into our inner voice, power and wisdom at a time when we need it the most. This is my gift to you, as a way of supporting you to tune into the possibilities of magic and in doing so welcome the light into the inner chambers of your precious heart.


To access the free planner sign up to my mailing list here and you will be sent further details with a download link. 

Then, print off, carve some precious time, and enjoy the turning time.

In this practice you will be invited to: 

  • Honour the role of darkness in your life
  • Welcome in Magic and Synchronicity
  • Write a Letter from the Future
  • Create a Wreath of Intention
  • Craft your own Winter Blessing

Blessings for the Solstice,

Clare. x

Poetry Salon 5



Hello everyone

On tonight’s episode of The Poetry Salon we are on a journey across the world, to India and then to Rwanda, encountering voices and poems which we don’t often encounter.

So, pull up a chair and take 15 minutes to listen to the voices of children and young adults who have some very powerful words to offer us

You can listen to previous episodes of The Poetry Salon over on my soundcloud page here.

Happy listening!

Clare x

More or less?


More or less? 

Here is a 5 mins writing practice to take us to our real cravings….

Less scrolling, more connection

Less fear, more hope

Less stuff, more space

Less noise, more stories

Less cynicism, more action

Less doubt, more faith

Less shallow, more real

Less isolation, more belonging

Less milk chocolate, more dark chocolate

Less skepticism, more listening

Less bullying, more befriending

Less strangers, more neighbours

Less drama, more presence

Less hesitation, more courage

Less hate, more love


Now over to you: What are you craving less of to have more of? 

Grab a timer, a blank sheet of paper and a pen. Set the timer for 5 mins. Keeping writing until the timer rings. Go.




Want to stay in touch?

Sign up to my newsletter for more creative practices and tools for creative leadership.

Poetry Salon // 4

Screen Shot 2017-12-10 at 12.33.56

Welcome Back!

Delighted to bring you episode 4 of December’s salon. (15 mins)

Today I’m exploring poetry and the body, sharing poems from Kerrie Hardie, Sharon Olds, and once again Mary Oliver- poems which were like lifelines for me during times in my life when I, and my body, needed them the most.

Would love to hear what poems you have turned to? What poems have been your life-raft? What do these poems spark for you?

Enjoy, and happy listening.

Clare xx

You can listen to previous episodes here:

Episode 1: Poetry and the Salon Intro

Episode 2: Poetry and childhood

Episode 3: Poetry as maps


Want to stay in touch? Sign up to my newsletter for happenings and more creative resources

Poetry Salon // 3

You can listen to Episode 3 here. 

Screen Shot 2017-12-07 at 17.23.41

Have you ever felt lost, homesick, wondering if you will ever find your way?

Here in this third episode of the poetry salon I explore poetry as a map to help us find our way back to our inner and outer worlds.

Today with the help of encounters with Seamus Heaney, David Whyte and David Wagoner- some a little more literal that I would have liked!

Total running time: 14 mins.

Hope you enjoy and would love to hear what poems have been maps for you over the years.

Clare xx


Want to catch up with other episodes: 

Episode One: Poetry as communal act and the introduction of the salon, with poems by Mary Oliver and Rachel Holstead. Listen here 

Episode Two: Poetry as lineage- and a cauldron of childhood memory. With rhymes from my Nana, a poem from my Dad, and a poem which took me into political awareness. Listen here. 

Want to stay in touch? Sign up to my ‘Notes from the Edge’ for more creative resources and tools for living your one wild life.

Poetry Salon // 2



Next up in the December Poetry Salon- some reminiscences about childhood and our relationship with poetry growing up.. plus a secret confession!

So I invite you to make yourself a cup of tea, pull up a cozy chair and listen inwards…

You can listen in here:  (13 mins)

Hope you enjoy.

Clare xx

Screen Shot 2017-12-04 at 19.17.25

Missed episode one?
You can listen to that again here.

December Poetry Salon // One


A little treat in store!

December can be such a whirl – the noise of busyness, the demands of the season.

So, how about treating yourself to 15 minutes of poetry and stories of poems.

Over the course of the month I will be sharing 10 poetry salons with the invitation to pull up a chair,  listen in, and tune into the space and deep questions which the poems may open up inside of you. I really hope you enjoy – it has been such a pleasure to put these together of you. Please feel free to share with others who you think could dose with a dose of poetry at the moment too!

You can listen online now over here:


In today’s salon I am sharing poems from Mary Oliver and Rachel Holstead

I’ll be back in a few more days with the next salon,

Clare xx


Want to stay in touch? Sign up to my newsletter for more creative resources and tools for leading your one wild and precious life.

Why I want to write




I want to write things that enter into people’s hearts and pump blood in the opposite direction.
I want to write pages that you’ll read backwards just to experience a new way of looking at things.
I want to write stories that take you to the inside of loss and out again, via waterfalls and sometimes rainbows.
I want to write in ways that make politicians get down off their high horses and take note of the sacred ground beneath them.
I want to write so that I can feel the rivers and the mountains inside me and the hollowed out spine of my love.
I want to write about the places I still long to go but may never reach.
I want to write rage into hope, and hope into action, and action into change, and change into the singular understanding that when I breathe out, you breathe in.

And you? Why do you write?

The Power Story // On Writing to the Truth of our Lives


‘We make our lives bigger or smaller, more expansive or more limited, according to the interpretation of life that is our story. – Christina Baldwin, Storycatcher. 

I have this strong feeling at the moment that tectonic plates are shifting. No, not those actual one, although we can all feel the earth shifting gear, but my own- the geography of identity and the geography of how I place myself in the world. What I thought were big solid chunks of me have been crumbling, like clay, and what remains feels raw and exposed.

I’m not complaining; it’s about time, and on a scale of one to good, I’m definitely at the good end of that right now.

Let me tell you a story.

For the past five months or so I’ve been facing the blank page on a near daily basis, first in my journal and then to the book. The book is still very much a work in progress. I’m 95,000 words in now though and I’m about at the stage where I’ll be doing my first big edit. That’s five months of unearthing the tectonic plates which have formed me, 5 months of having whopper conversations with the layers of my identity, and 5 months of diving into the dark to bring up the pearls. It’s some dive.

Already I can say this with 100% certainty that whatever happens next, if no one ever reads it, if I never write another word of it, the process of writing my story has fundamentally altered me- on a scale of one to good, I’d say remarkably so.

I’d always known this about words and writing and the power of story, but I had never really really fully fully allowed the writing process to change me; like at a DNA level, like at a cellular one.

This may all sound dramatic, for effect, but I kid you not, it’s not- I literally feel different in my bones.

So, the story: Well, it’s about my own journey into womanhood, a story which criss-crosses religions, continents, professions, loves and longings. It goes back in time to my great-grandmother and forward to the future generations which are to inherit our collective legacies. It’s a story about the silences we carry and sometimes the shame which gets held somewhere in the marrow of us. It’s also a love letter to the sea. Books can do that you see, have magic potential to travel in space and time and to make meaning. I am finding this all out as I go.

Telling my own story has been the biggest gift I have ever given to myself – by far.  It’s to do with my mother. 

The writing of the book has given me permission, in a way, to ask my mother questions I would not have asked otherwise. In doing so we are each getting to know each other better, and deeper, and so in a way the book has already given me the gift of my actual mother- not the mother of the stories I had made up in my head, but the mother who is filled with love and who has always been there. It’s beyond scale.  And I will be forever grateful for the book for this.

But as tectonic plates shift, there is a natural churning and turning, and episodic outbreaks of turbulence. I’ve cried tears which I’ve held on to for years, I’ve released shame which was buried so deep I mistook it for my identity and I’ve shed layers and layers of stories which are no longer serving me. There is more to do, but by God, I knew writing was powerful but I did not realise just how powerful it can be, if we let it.

So, yes, the tectonic plates are shifting. I’m entering into a new decade of my life next year, which seems significant. I know that how I am going to be showing up in the world will be different, and what I put out into the world will be different but it is not yet formed, and I can tell you this friends, that scares the tiddlywinks out of me, so much so that some days I don’t want to get out from under the covers and definitely not come out to play.

For many of you who have been following my own journey for some time now, even as far back as the ‘One Wild Life’ book (*hello, and thank you), you’ll know that my path, particularly my career path, has shifted and changed route so many times it would make even a signpost dizzy, but I warn you, it is changing track again. I’ve a sense of it forming- likely to do with helping other people birth their books, and it is do with listening to the landscape (internal and external) for our own maps. I’m walking into that slowly… I have a big roll of white paper out tonight, scrawled with ideas, but the full story is just not their yet and (to drag the cliche out a bit longer), the next chapter is not quite ready to emerge. So yes, scary as scary, but trust is trust, and I am learning more and more to lean into that; so on a scale of scary to trust, I’m tipping the balance to trust right now, just.

So, I suppose I wanted to share these words with you tonight to say that things will be changing around here, but I am not exactly sure in what ways yet, or when, but yes, changing.

And I wanted to say, if you are thinking of writing your story- do it- because on a scale of one to certain I am beyond certain that it will change you.

So, until soon,

With love from the wild edge, on this Friday evening, beside a crackling fire, with Milly by my side as I am about to dive into a plate of roast vegetable and particularly the roast potatoes, so on a scale of one to bliss, it is definitely bliss.

Clare. xx


Want to stay in touch?

Sign up to my newsletter for ‘Notes on the Edge’ and other creative leadership resources.

The new story to write…


What is the new story you want to write? For yourself? For the world?

I have taken to my journal and working through these exact questions today. Our lives and narratives are constantly shifting which is why returning to these questions is so powerful.

Take a blank page, sit for one minute in silence, set a timer for 5 mins, then write your response without stopping or lifting your pen. Go.

(Ps – the answer is already inside you)




Want to stay in touch? Sign up here for updates, ‘notes from the edge’ and other creativity and leadership resources.