Yule...

Tonight is Yule.  The Winter Solstice.  The darkest, coldest night of the year.

Traditionally, the entire clan would gather together in one place tonight.  And the biggest log that could be found would be placed in the hearth to heat the entire building, and keep everyone warm and safe from the dark, cold night outside; to ward off the Wild Hunt.  This was the Yule Log, and it needed to burn all night.  And someone needed to stay up all night to tend the fire, and make sure it didn't go out (or burn the place down).

I don't have a hearth, or even a fireplace.  So, I light a candle.  But I still stay up all night, and make sure the flame doesn't go out (or burn the place down).  Tonight is the night I usually wrap all my presents; everyone else is asleep, and it's a great way to kill a few hours and keep myself awake.  I listen to xmas music, and I put on a fireplace dvd, and I drink a lot of coffee.  Sometimes, when I'm finished with my wrapping, I'll go for a walk around town in the middle of the night, and look at all the lights.

I'll perform ceremonies at sundown, at midnight, and at sunrise tomorrow.  The same words and gestures and sacrifices every year.  Honoring the gods, and the ancestors, and the family.  Sincerely thanking the Sun for rising in the morning, knowing that it means we've lived through another night, another Winter, another year.

I Love this night more than any other.

Good Yule to all.  May you wake tomorrow, warm, and Loved.



        Sunna sinks down    into the dark sea;
        wolf and wind howl    outside the walls.
        Now Holda shakes    out her snowy bed;
        now are life-fires    hid in yew-night.
        From Thrymheim Skadhi,    shadow-black, skis.
        Odhinn’s gray steed    leads ghosts on the wind.
        Trolls fare from cliff-halls,    harry from rock-caves;
        the etins arising    from ice and stone.
        Ye who would watch    this night, ward ye well!

        Sunna sinks down    into the dark sea.
        But Gullinbursti    gleams bright in the hall.
        Well are we warded    who watch this night;
        by boar tusk’s thrusting,    by Thor’s strength.
        In this high hall    stand all holy kin,
        from sib-roots to branches    runs hidden fire.
        Thor’s stark hammer    this hall has hallowed,
        Alfs and idises    the dark and light kin,
        Fro Ing and Freyja    share now frith and might!

        We kindle the yew-flame to year’s Yule-night!
       
        Now feast in highest    and hallowed frith.
        Our joy to Gods    we give this night,
        that while worlds sleep    they wax in main
        from midnight growing    ever greater towards dawn.


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        Now Odhinn rides    in the Wild Hunt,
        leading the ghosts,    gray, down the wind.
        Our oldest hold    in howe-mounds high,
        from Bairn-Stock’s roots    rise kin this night.
        Well do we know    the Wanderer old;
        eldest, the father    of Ase and man,
        wisest of kin        Odhinn, we hail thee!

        Wisdom rising    from Well’s deep roots,
        Runes of might    roar in the mead,
        up from the Bairn-Stock’s    eldest roots.
        Our kin who have fared    forth, come to us!
        We drink with you, hallowing    draught to the Gods!

        Hail to Odhinn    wisdom’s drighten!
        Sig in our strifes    send this year.

        Hail to Thor        Thurses’ Bane!
        In your might     and main we trust.

        Hail Fro Ing        frith’s mighty God!
        High be the     harvest this year!

        Hail to Njordhr    with holy drink!
        Winds blow well    to us this year!

        Hail to the alfs    all ringed around us,
            the fathers of our folk.

        Hail the Disir        all ringed around us,
            the mothers of our might.

        Hail our kin        in hidden lands.
            Hail the Yule-wights high!


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        Our Yule-glow    that gleamed all night,
            now kindles the keen fire.
        Sunna’s flame    flares bright again,
            upon the heavens’ hearth.

        Sunna’s fire    flares bright again,
            the darkest night is done,
            the holy gifts are given.

        Hail the Gods and the Goddesses!  Hail the Yule morn!