Tonight, in the cold dark of the January night, Chase Hill Folk gathered to honor the goddess of the wild mountain — Firgen. The harrow, dimly lit, was graced by our new Wild Hunt banner, and we sang to call upon the power of the mountain below us. We offered Vanilla-Cinnamon Mead and Black Currant Sparkling Juice, and listened to the deep quiet of the darkened mountain. Our ritual was graced by the presence of the wind, the stars, and the bright-glowing eyes of the Wild Hunt in the shadows. Hail Firgen, Mother Mountain!
Today, at midday, the Yule altar was taken down. The wreath was disassembled, and all the intentions and gratitudes that we collected during the Yule Feast were taken, along with the greens, out to the harrow. There, a sacred fire was lit from nine woods, and the last pieces of our Yule celebration were burned in Sunne’s light. The blue-grey smoke, and the white ash were blown from the ground by the wind. Like that smoke and that ash, may those energies spread outward from Yule, carrying us into a beautiful, bright new Year.