Passing along a beautiful poem for the Season:

A kind friend and fellow Tarot enthusiast just send this poem and I can not resist sharing it with you all 🙂 Enjoy!

A VISIT FROM THE YULE SPIRITS
By Richard DeAngelis

‘Twas the night before Yule, when all ‘cross the heath,
Not a creature was stirring, Pagan, faerie or beast.
Wassail was left out and the altar adorned,
To rejoice that the Sun King would soon be reborn.

The children lay sleeping by the warmth of the hearth,
Their dreams filled with visions of belov’d Mother Earth.
M’Lady and I beneath blankets piled deep,
Had just settled down to our own Solstice sleep.

When a noise in the night that would give us no peace,
Awakened us both with the honking of geese.
Eager to see such a boisterous flock,
We raced to the window and our mouths dropped in shock!
Frau Holda
On the west wind flew a gaggle of geese white and gray,
With Frau Hilda behind them in her gift-laden sleigh.
The figure on her broomstick in the north sky made clear,
La Befana was approaching to bestow Yuletide cheer.
lucia
From the south came a cornet more bright than the moon,
And we knew that Lucia would be with us soon.
As these spirits salted earthward o’er hilltops and trees,
Frau Hilda serenaded her feathery steeds:

“Fly Isolde! Fly Tristan! Fly Odin and Freya!
Fly Morgaine! Fly Merlin! Fly Uranus and Gaia!
May the God and Goddess inside of you soar
From the clouds in the heavens to yon cottage door!”

As soft and silent as snowflakes they fell,
Their arrival announced by a faint chiming bell.
They landed like angels, their bodies aglow.
Their feet left no markings in the new fallen snow.

Before we could ponder what next lay in store,
There came a slow creaking from our threshold door.
We crept from our bedroom and were spellbound to see –
There in our parlor stood the Yule Trinity!

Lucia, the maiden, with her head wreathed in flame
Shown with the radiance for which she is named.
The Lightbringer’s eyes held the joy of a child,
And she spoke with a voice that was gentle yet wild:

“May the warmth of this household never fade away.”
Then she lit our Yule log – which still burns to this day.
Frau Hilda in her down cloak stood regal and tall,
The Matron of Solstice, the Mother of all.

Under her we felt both safe and secure.
Her voice was commanding, yet almost demure:
“May the love of this family enrich young and old.”
And from the folds of her cloak showered coins of pure gold.
La Befana
La Befana wore a kerchief on her silvery hair,
The veil of the Crone who has secrets to share.
In her eyes gleamed the wisdom only gained by spent youth.
Her voice was a whisper but her words rung with truth:

“May health, glad tidings and peace fill this room.”
Then she banished misfortune with a sweep of her broom.
They then left a gift by each sleeping child’s head,
Took a drink of wassail and away they all sped.

While we watched them fly off through the night sky, we sight
At the wondrous magic we had found on this night.
And as they departed, the spirits decreed:
“Merry Yule to you all and may all Blessed Be!”

Paper Paper everywhere:

Seasons Greetings

Well, it is X-Mas 🙂

all over the world and in the more affluent West under most all the Trees (that took 5 to 15 years to grow and will so soon be tossed out 😦 ) there are mountains – or at least a few – parcels.

All of them lovingly – or hecticly packed in cheerful colorful wrapping paper. And X- Mas eve – or morning all these papers will be eagerly ripped off to reveal the treasure below.

Do you remember WHY we wrap presents?

Not to hide them from view or to enhance a surprise… It was, in the beginning, to keep a precious item save on a journey undertaken in the old days on Horse back or carriage or on a boat, or just across the fields in inclement weather.

The wrapping also distinguished the fact, that the present was something special – a special gift and not just an ordinary item we would bring, in order to share. Presents were personal acknowledgments pointing to special relationships. And the wrapping then also became an expression of that.

The wrapping expressed the love and care one took with the gift. It was “wrapped in LOVE”

And so the wrapping, representing this love, was treated with the same care and respect as the present itself. The wrapping was kept in a save place to be re-used – again and again and in each turn it was seen to accumulate more and more love from all the people who so lovingly used it to wrap a gift.

In some families – like my husbands, there are still wrapping papers and silks like that, from his grandmother, paper with cute little Penguins and Bears from the time when he was an infant. They are creased and a little crumbly, sometimes get ironed out carefully, but they get used again and again and have Cris-crossed the globe many times: From the island of Sylt to Canada, from Canada to India, from India to Kampala in Uganda, from Uganda back to Sylt and from there to Canada or Berlin or Hamburg or to Skopie……. Did I mention that his family lives “all over”?

So, how about the paper YOUR presents are wrapped in?

Do they represent the love of generations?

Or does your family do the modern thing and uses the green alternative = beautiful fabric drawstring bags of printed cotton, brocade, velvet, silk, or the many that are knitted from re-used wool, or created from grandma’s old apron or grandpa’s first school trousers?

Or is it all cheap pseudo paper = meaning plastic foil?

Will it all be ripped of and tossed aside in a matter of minutes?

Or will this post inspire you to revive an old tradition by creating a new tradition in your circle of loved ones?

Blessings to you and all your gifts!