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.