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An hour of your own
The clocks went back and handed each of us an hour. What if, just once, it were yours?
By Author: Tara Turner Lockhart · 5 Mins Read · Autumn 2026
It arrived a few weeks ago, folded into an ordinary Sunday. No one asked for it. Most of us spent it without noticing: a little more sleep, a longer list, the things that always ask first.
I noticed it this year because the evenings changed so quickly. By half past four the garden had gone blue, and the lights were on before my tea had cooled. The herb beds are cut back now. The rosemary still smells of summer when you brush past it, but everything else has gone quiet, the way the earth does when it is resting rather than finished.
A season that tested my own rituals
I'll be honest with you. This autumn has been a true test of my own rituals.
We launched our gatherings and retreats this season. I planned as best I could, and I thought I was ready. I wasn't, not entirely, and I'm not sure anyone ever is. No matter how well you plan, things do not always go to plan.
Then, in the middle of it all, a text arrived. Someone on our small team was suddenly unwell and would be away for a few weeks.
There was a time when that would have kept me up at night, trying to hold every piece together on my own. This year two new phrases found their way into my playbook, and they have become my newest best friends.
It does not have to be perfect. It can wait.
That afternoon, they came into play. I went outside and sat on my deck for thirty minutes, wrapped in a warm blanket, with my crystals around me, and asked for grace and guidance. And a few words came to me, as plainly as if someone had said them out loud: no one is holding me to this but me. Do it when you can.
I went back inside and wished her well, and let the rest wait.
I say those two phrases often now, mostly to myself, usually with a cup in my hand. They haven't made me care less. They have given me back the time I used to spend getting everything right, and let me spend it being present instead.
World Kindness Day fell this week, on 13 November. Most of us find it easy to be kind to everyone else: the friend who calls late, the family we carry through every season. The one we forget is ourselves.
Above all, be kind to yourself.
The hour that goes missing
Most of the women I meet don't lack hours. What they lack is an hour that belongs to them.
We give our time away in small pieces, so gracefully that no one notices, least of all ourselves. Ten minutes for the message that couldn't wait. Twenty to find the thing someone else has lost. An evening that was going to be quiet, until it wasn't. None of it is wrong. Much of it is love. But by Friday there is very little left that was only ever yours, and even the hour the calendar gave back is spoken for before you've woken up.
An hour is not a long time. But an hour that is entirely yours can change the shape of a week.
So ask yourself what you would do with an hour of your own. The first answer is usually sensible: sleep, the inbox, the cupboard that has bothered you since August. That is the voice that has been running the house for years, and it means kindly. Wait for the second answer, the quieter one underneath. The walk you keep meaning to take. The book with the receipt still marking chapter two. An hour at the potting bench with no plan at all.
That second answer is often the truest thing you'll hear all week.
A small ritual for the darker evenings
You don't need the whole hour to begin. Ten minutes and a little permission will do.
Make yourself a warm cup of herbal tea and hold it a moment before you drink. Breathe in its scent. Turn on one soft light instead of the overhead one, sit somewhere you like, and come to your senses one at a time:
See where the light gathers in the room.
Hear the house in the evening, and one sound from outside.
Smell the tea, and the season through the window.
Taste one slow sip.
Feel the warmth of the cup, and the chair holding you.
Then, with a pencil or a pen you enjoy holding, write into this:
If this hour were only yours, what would you do with it?
Don't make it sensible. Let yourself want what you want, on the page, where it costs nothing. A line is enough. And if the evening gets away from you before you've written a word, remember my two new friends. It does not have to be perfect. It can wait.
What the dark months are for
The bulbs I plant in November go into cold, dark ground, and for months nothing happens that I can see. Underneath, roots are being made. By the time the first green shows in spring, the real work has long been done, quietly, in the dark.
We are told that January is when things begin. Perhaps the beginning is here instead, in the low light, in the hour no one else claimed. Not a resolution. Just a small, honest answer, written down and kept.
Begin with us
If you'd like a little company through the darker months, our free journaling reflections are here for you: five quiet invitations from me, one every couple of days, each beginning with a warm cup and a few words to settle down with.
With them come our four free journaling cards, one from each Realm: Clarity, Reclaim, Rooted and Flourish. Each has a small ritual on one side and a reflection on the other. Print them at home, on any paper you have, and keep one beside your cup.
Always wishing you well,
Tara
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