Today marks the beginning of the Twelve Days of Christmas. In churches the count begins on Christmas Day, but counting it from December 26 makes six days in the old year, and six in the new. This is how I learned it and practice it now.
The twelve days of observance goes back at least to medieval times, and there is much that is pagan and ancient-seeming about it.
These days are a kind of time-out-of-time, to visit with friends and family, to rest, to assess the year gone and the year to come. Those of us who are inclined to augury and divination use this twelvetide as Omen Days for the twelve months of the new year, reading signs in nature, or practicing bibliomancy (a line chosen blindly from a nearby book), paying particular attention to dreams, or drawing a tarot card. In fact I’ve been working with tarot all month, and have enjoyed having the presence of these goddesses amidst my greens.
I tend to get a little too excited around the turns of the wheel, and once again had a fall that served as a warning to just pay attention and slow down. The darkest time of the year often brings up emotional turmoil. I’ve been seeking solace in the beauty of walks during the magic hour, wordsmithing with poetry and in my journal, listening to favorite music, eating wonderful food, and just being quiet.
I am spending some time with a new stack of books I brought home by using up all my credit at the used book store at my birthday earlier this month.
For those who have followed my journal here for the last year or years, I thank you. Your faithful readership sometimes keeps me writing, and that’s a good thing. If I am sometimes a bit derelict in my postings, know that I am busy with words elsewhere, and I will continue to return here as time allows.
May you find some quietude in this season of activity and anxiety, and stay safe and grounded in this time of light and dark. Take some time for yourself to enjoy the beauty all around. From my hearth to yours, I send greetings of peace, discovery and delight.