Today we’re sinking into the heart of Yule itself. Not the facts and the bullet points (you know I’ve done that in past years). This time we’re going sensory, immersive and witchier than ever. We’re going to explore Yule through the body… through the breath… through that slow winter magic that kind of curls around you like a warm blanket. Because Yule isn’t just a sabbat on the calendar. It is a feeling. It’s the hush after the longest night.  It’s the comfort of firelight. It is the sweetness of cinnamon and cloves and pine resin warming in a candle flame. It’s that first tiny spark of returning light after months of shadow work and late-night journaling and trying to keep ourselves grounded in a chaotic season.

But that’s the thing about this season: it never shows up the same way twice. We certainly have our holiday traditions ... we have those things that must happen no matter what. But every December carries its own flavor, its own texture, its own little whisper in the dark. It’s like Yule has this personality that shifts each year ... sometimes bold and fiery, sometimes soft and nostalgic, sometimes a little chaotic ... but it is always magical. So before we wander down this snowy little path together, go ahead and get yourself comfy because this episode is meant to feel like sitting beside me at a winter hearth. A place where the world softens for a moment. A place where you get to remember that magic doesn’t just live on your altar ... it lives in your senses, in your memories and in the warmth of whatever you choose to hold close.

Happy Yule! Charlene

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