Yule Recollection as the Wheel Turns

That darkness was so long ago.
And still we feel so ungrounded and lost.
But today, finally, it feels lighter. 

The Willows have a cast of yellow and tiny buds appear on all the trees.
Dawn was before the great Wolf Moon set
and it is full daylight into the Late Afternoon.

The sun shines at new angles and rises ever more towards the East.

It's coming.
Give thanks.

More snow is on the way and it is freezing, but inside
in the sun, its warm.

Back then it was quiet.
And we were tying up the loose ends of the year.

We have been though the darkness and gingerly moved towards the light.

So today, feels like a new day.
We will place our Bridget's cloth out tonight.
Moving forward.

There was lots of snow that Bryan carved out
clearing the firepit and ritual area
swirls of space enclosed
and framed
and held.

Ritual ended up being just our family, the three of us home alone.
He filmed it for us to share with all.
It was awkward to know that we were on camera.
I kept feeling in the way, wanting to be off-screen,
not public with my worship.
But it worked out and was super beautiful.
(Ask me for the YouTube link.)

Here are pictures from then with the memories they bring up:

vine wreaths, sacred woods, Yule greens, homegrown fragrant herbs
lovingly gathered and assembled

 

trio of forked branches holding each other

 

lighting the sweetgrass lighting the candles
struggling

                                                          

Happy New Year!

finally all burning

                        

                                               

What is it all about, this struggle, this fear, this darkness
this healing and movement toward the light?

Our Omens

From Our Honored Dead: Eihwaz or horse- partership between being and the vehicle, how we get there

From the Spirits of Nature and Place:Laguz the lake- that from which we draw up

From the Gods & Goddesses: Fehu or Fee "Mobile Cattle- what things cost

For the Season: Hagal or Hail- the disruption of one cycle and the beginning of a new one

there is always struggle, we keep going.
there is always cold, it gets warm.
there is always emptiness that gets full again.
there is always sorrow and challenges and also great joy.

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