It’s hard to pick a favorite holiday when I’m aware that many were curated through colonial filters and commercial agendas. Honestly, I suspect some of the most beautiful, sacred celebrations never even made it across the Atlantic — drowned out by Hallmark cards and Coca-Cola Santas.

That said, if I had to choose one that feels like mine, it would be the Winter Solstice — not for the snow or sweaters, but for the deep spiritual pause it offers. It’s the Earth’s exhale. A cosmic stillness. The longest night, pregnant with silence, where the sun is reborn. No marketing scheme required.

It’s my favorite because it connects me with ancient rhythms and invites reflection, renewal, and the honoring of darkness as a sacred part of growth. There’s no pressure to perform joy. Just a quiet understanding that light always returns.

Daily writing prompt

What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?

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