20/12/2025
✨️1 Day Until Yule — Mother’s Night✨️
Before Yule’s fires could rise, the Mothers were honored, for no turning of the wheel begins without first bowing to those who came before. This night is theirs, the women who carried the line, bore life, tended hearth and home, and learned to endure winter’s relentless shadow.
Their power was quiet, yet undeniable. It thrummed in hands that measured grain with knowing, stacked wood to last the longest nights, and carried the weight of the household without breaking. Survival was a spell learned, a craft honed, a gift passed down.
On Mother’s Night, the house is cleansed and ordered; the hearth fed with care. Food and drink are offered, not to summon, not to beg, but to honor the truth: the home stands because they made it stand. Their work lingers like a soft enchantment, invisible but potent.
Before the feasting of Yule, before the turning of the year, before the oaths and the fire, the Mothers come first. This is old knowing: we are carried on the backs of those who came before, and what endures is never by chance.
