(born of radiance into joy)

This is the Mother’s night, last of the winter-nights, ladder to the milkyway the soul bridge, the third night of the standstill before Solstice dawns. Tonight according to ancient myth ellen, (ellun elin and all the other spellings) arrives at the gate and waits for the moment before dawn when the veil grows thinnest then passes the spark into the waiting hands of her soul mate; tomas (Thomas, tom, tomte) and the year/jule/wheel begins anew.

Good winter soltice-eve

Good winter solstice

May the blessings of the dawn awaken in us all the deep memories of shared language, may we dance together upon the green world in harmony and beauty.