My house is swept, my candles lit. There shall be no more spinning these days; the loom lies still, the distaffs do not turn while the wih-nights last. These Yule nights are a time for the mind and body to rest, while the soul reaches out to the gods. These twelve nights represent the coming year. It is a time set aside from the old year and the new, and a time when the greatest wyrds are turned. Perchtenlauf and the Wild Hunt ride during this time. And the walls between the worlds are thinned; the gods’ might is at its peak, the wights and the dead walk freely among the living. Let us remember them on this Mother Night. --An ancient and unattributed early remark about this time of year, taken from a post by Steve Smith (thanks, Steve!). I only wish my loom were lying still--as usual I have final preparations, wrapping, etc. etc. to do. But in the dark its good to be quiet and welcome dreams.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 01:27:04 +0000
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