A Magickal Journey Through the Holiday Season
- Daniela Sales
- Nov 29
- 29 min read
Updated: 57 minutes ago
Where Fiber Threads Meet Fairy Tales - A Living Blog
Winter comes softly, at first, like a story whispering its arrival. Each year, as the days lean inward and the world folds itself into deeper blue shadows, I feel the old stories stirring. Ancient fairy-tale voices call from the snowy, faraway lands and enchanted pine trees. The wheel of the journey remembers as threads grow warm in my hands, and somewhere in the hush between breaths, Spirit whispers the small, shining truths that make life feel magical and full of wonder.
This season, I invite you to join me on the journey through its wonders.
From November 30 to January 7, I’ll be tending a daily hearth-fire here on this blog post (bookmark this page to return to it easily), adding a new ember to the fire, a short reflection, a story fragment, a piece of old folk craft-magick hiding in the fairy tale realm or gentle seasonal spellwork, maybe a fiber arts charm to stitch, knit, felt, or simply imagine into being.
For me, this journey is deeply felt, full of joy and love-inspiring magic, yet at the same time, it has grown to be open and welcoming to all my dear family and friends, regardless of their individual spiritual paths. Over the years, the journey for me has become an invisible space where the ancient fairy tale realm meets the modern life by the fireplace, in the kitchen, by the candle glow, while chatting in family rooms. A space of wonder where I, and all of the amazing people in my life whom I hold in my heart from near and afar, can honor and share our paths or simply enjoy the beauty of traditions, artful crafting, joyous sharing, and quiet winter wisdom.
This year, here at The Magickal School of Fiber Arts, we will weave:
Ancient lore, folk & fairy-tale magick
Stories that have traveled through centuries, carrying guidance, warnings, courage, and wonder.
Practical spellwork & artful handcraft
Felted charms, fiber talismans, candle rites, herbal infusions, and various simple rituals of ancient folk tale magic woven into everyday life.
The 13 Magical Winter Nights of Yule
The turning of the year when the veil thins, dreams grow prophetic, and each night speaks to the months ahead.
The Holy Nights Inner Path
Gentle soul work, introspection, and the quiet renewal traditionally practiced between Christmas and Epiphany.
This journey is not rooted in a doctrine or a religion, but has grown through the years of heart-centered experiences, creating a living tapestry of meaning that human beings have carried through winter for millennia. Along the path of this journey, you are invited into the sparkling, timeless, invisible spaces of wonder. You are free to take what warms you and leave the rest for another time or for someone else who might discover their little window into joy through it.
This Season's Living Blog Journey Begins on November 30th! Bookmark the page, add your email to our mailing list (if you have not already), invite friends and loved ones who might enjoy the experience, and see you tomorrow, where Fairy Tales Meet Fiber Threads.
Day 1 - November 30th : The Door of in-Between
In the hush before December, when the world holds its breath, there is said to be a door that only opens for those who are still enough to see it. It stands between tree branches leaning in to whisper secrets of the forest realm. If you step through this secret door of in-between, you enter the realm where winter stories are born, the place where the first snowflake is dreamt before it ever falls.
Story: The Door of in-Between (click to read)
There is a day in the turning of the year when time begins to melt away. The clocks still tick as if nothing extraordinary is happening, but if you step outside, you can feel it in the air, a kind of pause as if the whole of the world is between breaths.
On that day, the story says, a magical door appears.
It never shows up in the same place twice. One year it may stand at the far edge of a field, just where the frost-tipped grass gives way to woods. Another year it leans, almost shyly, between two city trees whose roots are secretly holding hands beneath the pavement. The door is always simple, easy to overlook, yet it glows with the foreverness of stories older than old.
Most people walk by without seeing it. Their thoughts are busy with lists: gifts to buy, bills to pay, meals to plan, situations to solve. But every year, there are those who feel its presence, whose heart is still open to wonder … perhaps a child, perhaps a loving mother, perhaps an elder carrying memories that are becoming heart’s wisdom… every year, there are those who pause at just the right moment and notice that the space between the two trees, or the shimmering glow at the edge of the garden. They feel a tug and hear its song.
Some simply smile and keep walking, comforted by their knowing that the world is still larger and more magickal than any one list of things to do. Others will step closer, lean in, listen. And then there are a few who will step through.
If you’re very quiet inside, you can see the door of in-between and its glowing symbols decorating the edges with shapes of leaves, needles, stars, spirals, little twists of thread...
If you lay your palm on the door, its winter warmth made of stories told by ancient fires will invite you in. When you lean in with your ear against it, you might hear the sound of pages turning, of knitting needles tapping softly, a soup simmering, a candle burning, a whisper of a story calling.
If you turn the handle and step through, you don’t disappear from this world. You simply begin to notice that every ordinary day has a hidden dimension where all is possible, and magic is always alive.
If you step through, you find yourself there … the place beyond time and space where snowflakes are born; where stories of the coming days are still coming into being; where the New Year itself is sitting at a loom, waiting to see which colors you will choose for the tapestry of the next year’s journey around the sun.
You may step back again, let the door fade, and go on with your errands… or… you may whisper, “I am here. I see you.” The door of in-between does not demand you walk through every day or that you stay on one side always. Yet, when you open it and allow it to be a part of your world, it will gift you with many adventures that fill the heart with wonder.
From the moment you open the door of in-between, a part of you will remember that you have found it and can return whenever you feel that your world needs a reminder that joy, love, and magic are real and can make dreams come true.
As we start our journey, we find ourselves on the threshold. It is not yet winter, not quite the year’s end. The time feels just right for intentions to simmer and carefully form, especially those that prefer to slip in quietly rather than trumpet their arrival.
A look around my home today brings my attention to a kitchen corner where a dear house spirit left a message and a reminder to gift the old jars sitting there, to someone whose table will be blessed by their addition ... to allow the gratitude for always having plenty to gift and share be the beginning of my magical winter journey this year.
I pull out the old jars and realize they are not very old at all; they have just been overlooked, and I thank the house spirit for the reminder that blessings overlooked become shadows or even burdens but can transform into endless joys and multiply when gifted and shared. I find the most beautiful ribbon and tie it around the jars to make their arrival into the recipient's hands one of joy and beauty. I feel a blessing song whisper through, and I write it on a little piece of paper that I tuck in under the ribbon. The gift of being blessed to have plenty to gift and share is on its way to make someone smile.
The Blessing for the Start of the Journey
Click here to read the blessing verses
May the space of in-between this season open just for you its door
As the old year loosens from your shoulders,
And the new year begins to weave its threads ever more.
May one clear corner in your home become a temple bright,
Glowing warmly, soft and true,
As you notice, secret places where new beginnings light the night.
May gentle unseen guardians stand watch at your gate
Guarding every step across the threshold
As you walk into this winter, knowing you are held by the promise of good fate.
Day 2 - December 1st: The First Winter Candle
Long ago, before the arrival of winter was counted in numbers and little squares on personal calendars, the warm glow of candle flames flickered in rooms and windows, marking the approach of Grandmother Winter. As nights grew noticeably cold and began to lengthen, the first winter candles were lit, and children heard stories of the First Candle flame stretching tall to keep the inner warmth shining bright through the cold winter night in expectation of the returning sun.
Click here to read the full Story of the First Winter Candle
Before there were numbered clocks, calendars, and digital reminders, the year was tracked and counted not in communication with the light. Summer’s light brightened the fields washed in gold that spread into long walks and chats as evenings refuse to end. Autumn slowly began to pull the hours of sunlight away, withdrawing gently, like a dear guest who keeps pausing in the doorway to say one more thing.
By the time early winter arrived, the light that once covered everything gathered itself into small, intimate forms. A slant of sun across a table. A narrow river of brightness on the floor. The warm orange of embers in a fireplace. A chill in the evening that arrived earlier and earlier.
In a kingdom behind seven mountains and across seven blue seas, a tradition of light and the first winter candle was born.
It was not written in a strict rulebook. It started gently but brightly, and from day to day, from heart to heart, it spread its warmth in a quietly enchanting way. On the first night when everyone felt, “Ah, the dark winter night is here to stay for a while,” someone would bring out a single candle and announce, a little ceremonially and a little playfully, “We light this year the first winter candle to keep the light and warmth bright in our heart.”
The children would gather close. Was it a special candle? Some years, yes: a beeswax taper saved for the occasion, smelling faintly of summer fields. Some years, it was just the nicest one in the drawer, or the only one found in the cabinet that day. What made it “First” was not its perfection, but its glow imbued with gratitude for the harvest that was ending and the health and strength to weather the winter as the wheel of the year turned once again.
The teaching of the First Winter Candle was not “this is all you’ll have,” or “you must be satisfied with little,” but instead, its glow reminded and taught all who were read to listen how important it is to notice how much goodness and warmth can be brought into the world when even a small tiny light is honored and shared with the world. It invited all who were near to notice how shadows rearrange themselves around its flickering light; how the eyes relax as minds calm and hearts remember.
In the soft glow, you could see details that harsh light erases: the lines at the corners of beloved eyes, the dancing shadows of evergreen branches in a vase, the way wool yarn caught and held the flicker.
Some families made wishes and shared blessings on the First Winter Candle. Some murmured prayers in languages older than their names. Some simply sat quietly, letting the presence of that one flame reach frozen spaces within. In its circle of warmth, all remembered that light does not stop existing just because the sun turns its attention in a different direction for a little while. It changes form. It becomes something inviting us to participate.
And every year, without fail, someone would bring out the First Winter Candle for the year and say, “It feels like winter now.”
Not because it was cold, or because the date demanded it, but because the First Winter Candle was ready to be lit. From that moment on, as the candle shone into the night, the darkness outside was no longer cold emptiness. It was a vast, listening space into which songs, stories, and enchanting stitches, and even a spell or two could be cast.
The First Winter Candle did not promise that the coming winter weeks would be easy. It promised that you will have a light in your heart to guide the way through.
This is the day of kindling. Even the smallest spark becomes a promise.
Place one candle in a spot you pass often. Each time you see it, imagine it lighting an inner doorway.
Winter Nights Basket - Supply Gathering Begins
It is time to start a small basket labeled Winter Nights Basket. Over this and maybe even next week, we'll slowly gather:
Red, gold, green (and other colors calling your attention) strands of ribbon, yarn or thread
A few cinnamon sticks
Whole star anise pieces
Small pinecones
A piece of evergreen branch (or a few)
A few candles (any size, tiny or long) in colors that call your name (gold, green, white, red, silver ...)
A small log or a short piece of a thick branch (for the future Yule log)
Do not overthink this basket gathering. Open your heart to allow the tiny blessings to come to you on your daily walks as gifts of the earth and the wind ... allow them to find you from forgotten project baskets ... as gifts from friends ... a special tiny finds at a local market ... Just begin. The little reminders will find you as we move through the week.
A Blessing for Your Basket Gatherings (click here to read)
May the first small candle flame turn your heart toward hope once more
Let its light uncover dusty corners long ignored
And guide your wandering feet to a warmer, calmer shore.
May your Winter Nights basket fill itself with gifts you’ll find
Spices, cones, and quiet twigs that answer every need
Each one by your dreams, brightly underlined.
Day 3 - December 2nd: My Dreams Are Finding Me
In misty mountain villages of far away and long ago, stories whisper of an old winter witch who travels on the wings of first snowflakes, carrying dreams in her woolen shawl. She shakes its fringes as she flies over house roofs, scattering inspiration, dreams ready to come true, children’s joys, parents’ blessings, seekers’ adventure calls waiting to be answered. … she never forces a dream on anyone. She only offers a sprinkle of wonder on the wings of glittering snowflakes...
Story: Good Winter Witch Who Carries Dreams (click to read the full story)
Long before people gave names to diagnoses and burnout, they would whisper to their closest friends: “I feel that the soul is tired.” When that happened in the summer, the remedy was found in revelry of playtimes at the beach, on a river, in the early morning sun, enveloped by the scent of fresh peaches, bare feet on the sand... but winter tiredness felt different. It was not always the blue color of sadness. At times, it could feel like a grey fog clinging to the edges of thoughts, nervous and anxious, less than settled.
So, in the kingdom behind seven mountains and across the seven seas, wisdom keepers spoke to young and old alike of the Good Winter Witch.
She wore a coat the color of winter sky, boots lined with soft, warm fur, and a large woolen shawl knitted with the most intricate lacy patterns that seemed to dance and change colors as she traveled above the roofs. Her hair was long and white, not with ice but with ancient wisdom that shone like spun glass, and her eyes held endless depths of inspiration in their blue-grey glimmer. Marvelously, if you knew the magic is well and alive in the world, you would see silvery snowflakes flutter on the surface of her woolen shawl, bubbling with anticipation, sprinkling down to window sills, chimneys, garden beds, and fireplaces.
“Those are dreams,” wisdom keepers said, “She keeps them for us when we are too busy to notice them or when we forget to take care of them and nourish them. She brings them back as gifts of the first snowflakes.”
The Good Winter Witch does not visit on a single fixed date. She arrives with the first snowflakes. Sometimes she arrives while people sleep, and sometimes she surprises them with the most glittering display of evening snow blankets or icy writing on the window panes. She moves through streets and forests, her boots leave no prints, her flights leave no trace and make no sound. At each house, she pauses to listen.
From one home comes the restless scratching of worry, from another the aching murmur of regret, from another the clear, bright note of joy. She listens to them all as if they were a song that has not yet found its melody.
Then, she reaches up and pinches the edge of her shawl between thumb and forefinger, giving it a well-practiced shake.
Tiny luminous threads spill and fly through the air, glimmering as they fall, bringing dreams like dandelion seeds send wishes out into the world. The dreams! Not just the kind that visits when we sleep, but the daytime visions that have not had time to fully arrive: the painting you yearn to make, the book you long to write, the quiet morning walks you keep promising to yourself, the morning play session with your child… She sings a whispering message, “Your dreams are finding you,” and the dreams find their people.
Sometimes a dream found its way to a child preparing for an impossible adventure. Sometimes it drifted for days before landing with a woman washing dishes, who would suddenly see herself in a studio creating that masterpiece she dreams of finishing. A grandfather buttoning his coat might be struck by the urge to get back to his tools and finish carving the toys he has been envisioning for grandchildren in his life. A teenager staring out into a grey city street might feel a stirring and suddenly imagine a different kind of future, feeling excited to sense that it is reachable.
The Good Winter Witch never forced a dream. She knew human beings could be stubborn. They often clung to familiar discomfort rather than risk unfamiliar joy. Yet, she still sprinkled the dreams and helped them find their people.
Sometimes, rarely, she looked in a window and saw someone already sitting with a notebook and candle, stirring their own inner images to life. At those houses, she smiled. “Ah,” she would murmur. “You remembered.” Then she would stand watch for a moment longer, send a blessing of love, and move on.
If anyone ever caught sight of her (and a few swore they had), it was always out of the corner of the eye; a shimmer of her scarf and the edge of her long coat as she flew up into the mists of the winter sky. It did not really matter whether you thought she was “real” or not; her gifts were always the same: people who had forgotten to nourish their dreams suddenly began remembering.
And … Every time someone takes a small step toward one of their dreams, the Good Winter Witch’s shawl grows a little larger and a little fuller for her to carry even more dreams that are ready to find their people and come true.
Spirit Thread of Day 3: Receiving. Not every moment of the season is about trying and striving. There are times in the season when our hands shall be ready to receive the gently falling snowflakes filled with dreams, inspirations, and invitations as they gently fall.
A Tiny Dream Ritual: Tonight, before bed, place a shallow bowl of water near a window through which Lady Moon can take a peek inside, remembering the old lore teaching that water can be a mirror of dreams. Let it catch the night’s whisper tonight and spend a few silent moments in the morning in gratitude for the dreams that are finding you.
Fiber Magic Craft: Felt or sew a tiny Dream Pouch.
In the days ahead, this tiny dream pouch can be a place where you can tuck in wishes, herbs, dreams, blessings, and your written intentions. Keep it near your winter candle for your daily moments of quiet or on your nightstand to invite your most magical dreams to tuck themselves into it. (I will be making my tiny dream pouch this evening and will share it with you in a short video on my YouTube channel. Remember to subscribe to know when new clips are added there + share your photos and experiences in the comments below this post. It would be such a joy to see them!)
Spell of the Good Winter Witch
Silver dreams the Winter Witch shakes down,
Drifting soft above your crown.
Inspiration’s snowflakes bring,
Looking for you, dreaming, wondering.
In your Dream Pouch, whispers hide.
Herbs and wishes tucked inside.
Fears dissolve in flakes of light,
melted by her gentle sight.
Wake to what your spirit knows;
No hand can halt the dream that grows.
Night becomes your guiding flame;
Each dream, a truth that speaks your name.
Day 4 - December 3rd: Threads Remember
There is something deeply captivating that resonates within our soul when we envision the life's journey as a tapestry or a weaving continually created from the threads of all that was, all that is, and all that is yet to be ... embelished by blessings we share and the blessings we gracefully receive ... continually expanded into new patterns that transform and dance and speak to the heart. Fiber folk know first-hand that thread and yarn remember: the hands that spun it, the stories told while winding the skein, the memories remembered and shared while stitches strung themselves in rows of beauty.
Story: The Thread That Remembers (click here to read the full story)
If you’ve ever found an old scarf at the back of a drawer and felt a flood of memories wash over you (the aroma of a bakery you walked into on a cold day, the icy wind nipping your nose during that winter you walked everywhere, the night you spilled hot chocolate on it and laughed until your belly hurt) then you already know what the old fiber folk meant when they said: “Thread remembers.”
Ancient stories of great cosmic weavers: three women by a well, or hooded figures with spindles, or a circle of grandmothers who wove the fates of gods and mortals alike, or ancient princesses discovering the gifts of silk; have been whispered somewhere since the beginning of worlds. They have helped wisdom keepers preserve the magic of fiber threads in our world, and fiber folk humbly share the experiences, reminding everyone that even the most humble yarn in your basket is also keeping record. Remembering, with each twist of its fiber, the feelings and the wishes of the person spinning it, the weather of the day, the stories told aloud in its presence.
In the kingdom behind seven mountains and across the seven seas, there lived an old woman known as Auntie Thread. No one remembered when she had come or if she had ever been young. She was known for being able to read the yarn and to enchant the yarn, too. People would bring her an old knitted sweater, a felted hat, a woven scarf, an embroidered shirt, a half-used skein inherited from a relative, and ask, “What does it say?”
“This one remembers a drought,” she might say. “The sheep were thirsty, and the woman who embroidered this shirt prayed over every stitch.”
Or: “This one was woven in laughter. It wants to be worn at more celebrations.”
Or, more softly: “This yarn was made by someone who didn’t believe in their own hands. It would be happy if you let it become something simple and useful, so it can prove itself quietly.”
Auntie Thread would then pull out a ball of her very special yarn, place it in her visitor’s hands, and ask, “What would you like this thread to remember about you this year?”
Some said, “I want it to remember that I’m brave.” Others whispered, “That I’m kind to animals,” or “that I finished something hard,” or simply, “that I tried.”
Then, she gifted them the yarn, and they would go home to knit or weave or braid it into the projects imbued with those wishes and intentions.
So when you pick up yarn or thread for your next fiber project, imagine it as a loving, patient listener. Ask yourself: what do I want this (garment, item, doll, etc.) to remember, to share, to gift, to tell, to heal, to protect ….? Then, imbue it with that blessing, story, wish, memory … and one stitch at a time and cast its gifts of remembering out into the world as a gift you will give away or a garment or a little treasure you will make to brighten your own day.
Fiber Magic Craft: Yesterday, we were reminded by the Good Winter Witch to pay attention to and to nourish our dreams - dreams that are finding us if we are ready to make them come true. Choose a thread that helps you remember your dreams, and use it to sew a tiny symbol or embellishment onto your tiny dream pouch. If you did not have time to make your dream pouch yesterday, today is a lovely day to do that, too. Below is a short video of my tiny pouch making for this season.
If you are inspired to share your experiences, please scroll down to add a comment or a few. May your dreams find you this season with ease and joy.
Let yarn remember my blessings with ease.
Day 5 - December 4th: Quiet I Bear Within
As winter approaches, the gardens slowly hush. Animals scamper to their nests and dens; the earth draws inward; the glimmer of frost greets us in the early morning. A sense of quiet, not as an empty space but as fullness of inner world, brims with possibility. (click the arrow to read the full story)
There comes a day, every year, when the world suddenly sounds different.
It’s not that noise vanishes. Cars still pass. Radios still play. Dogs still bark. But underneath the daily buzz, we can feel that something has shifted. If you go out early in the morning, you can hear it most clearly: a kind of hush lying across the land.
The old wisdom keepers shared the knowledge of the Earth’s being and the rhythms of her breathing, her exhales of the summer and deep inhales of the winter as sap is pulled back into tree trunks, energy folded into roots, color of bright blooms pressed into seeds. Their teachings were dressed in the beautiful enchantment of stories to keep them alive and safe in the world that was set on ignoring the presence and the marvelous potential for healing available to all who know in their heart the power of their inner magic.
So, the stories traveled. One tale spoke of a great bell that hung in the sky, invisible but audible to anyone who paused long enough. On a certain day, it would ring once, low and long, signaling that the Season of Clear Boundaries had begun. During that time, people were encouraged to say no to what scattered them, so they could say yes to what sustained and healed them. Near the start of the season of Clear Boundaries, in the kingdom behind the seven mountains and across the seven seas, in every home, someone would go through the house and quietly extinguish unnecessary lights and silence the hum of tools that have finished their work for the day. “It is the night to remember what the world sounds like when it isn’t shouting,” they’d say.
For a little while, they would sit by the fire, the soft glow of candlelight in their room. At first, it felt strange. Their hands twitched toward their distractions. Then, the other sounds arrived.
The ticking of the old clock. The small, shy crackle of logs. The slow breath of a sleeping pet. And under all of that, as they breathe very slowly, they could feel their own tiredness come forward and speak to them. Not frantically begging for coffee, but deeply, honestly showing it is time to melt it away and renew the inner forces within.
Slowly, as the evening hours settled in fully, some would doze off for an early night of sleep, some would find their fingers picking up their knitting or a book or an instrument they love to play. Conversations began to flow again, with a renewed sense of mood, and all discovered the enchanting beauty that happens when the noise stops for a moment, and we can hear what we most need to remember and heal before the end of the year.
Adding to Your Winter Nights Basket
Today is a good day to check our Winter Nights Baskets to make sure we are gathering supplies that our journey will call for in just a few days:
For Star of Harmony: cinnamon sticks, evergreen branches, bells, beads, star anise, tiny pinecones, and similar
For the Wheel of the Year Wreath: a simple wreath base (wire or branches in any size you choose), eight small candles for your wreath, tiny pine cones, dried orange slices, ribbons, etc.
We are not in a rush to make these magical items today. This week is the slow time of honoring with gratitude the items that we find are just right for making them.
These coming days are for listening; for letting each cinnamon stick, each pine sprig, each bead or bell whisper to you. Let your Winter Nights Basket fill itself quietly, and without hurry.
The Star of Harmony
In the timeless fairy tale realms, during this time of the year, star ornaments are shaped from whatever winter offers: twigs from the nearby wood, sprigs of evergreen, a bit of fragrant spice, a ribbon saved from some summer festival. These stars are hung over doorways, hearths, on holiday trees, in the windows, over cradles... as reminders:
May my inner world and outer world be in accord.
May my home be peaceful and my heart be open.
Your own Star of Harmony can become a charm of alignment, a weaving of wood (the body), spice (the spirit), evergreen (the enduring self), and bells (the call to joy).
Nothing exotic and elaborate is required. The power of your star charm is in your heart's joy and in the simplicity of the star shape bound together by your hands, carrying your intentions like a soft ember that will glow all season long.
The Wheel of the Year Wreath
A Circle That Remembers the Turning of Time, the great round that carries us from seed to blossom, harvest to rest. Creating a wheel of the year wreath as winter arrives can be a way to bless the threshold between the old year and the new.
In the kingdom behind seven misty mountains, each part of the wreath holds a special meaning:
A circle: the year’s continuous cycles
Eight candles: the solstices, equinoxes, and midpoint days (or you can also have only one candle in the center of your wreath representing all of these)
Evergreen: a life full of love, spirit, and abundance
Citrus or spice: sunlight rays preserved within
Pinecones: seeds of what will grow into the beautiful future ahead
The earth turns and prepares to start the next dance around the Sun, and all is renewed at just the right time.
Soon, you will weave your own Wheel of the Year, a simple, beautiful wreath that remembers the timeless rhythm of beginnings, middles, and endings that hold the world in harmony.
Day 6 - December 5th: The Forest Listens
The forest is a magically empowering listener. When snow covers the woods, a certain clarity in its listening opens the door to mysteries that hold the power to heal. Snow falls without correcting, covers without erasing, softens without silencing.
A Moment for Tiny Inner Magic:
Let your heart be heard today, most importantly by you, yourself.
On a small slip of paper, write one inner truth your heart needs you to remember and share joyously and lovingly with the world around you. Fold it and tuck it into a pocket you often use. When your fingers happen upon it, feel the inspirations of its reminders and let them remind you to hear the reminders of your loving, joyous heart.
Gather supplies for decorating your Tree of Wishes:
Dried orange slices, Cinnamon sticks, and Star anise
(Some of these are already in your basket, but if you did not have time to start your basket earlier this week, today is a great day to do that)
These will become ornaments with meaning on your tree:
Oranges – sun, joy, prosperity
Cinnamon – warmth, protection, success
Star anise – guiding star, clarity, harmony
Each will become an ornament with meaning: sun & prosperity, warmth & protection, guiding star & clarity.
Snowfield hush, teach me to fall
Soft and sure, without harm;
Inner truths warm and quiet in my shawl.
Tree of Wishes, rise from light,
With citrus, spice, and shine of stars
Illuminating every word I write.
Spirit, keep me brave and clear;
Let silent snowflakes bear wisdom through;
So I may speak what my heart holds dear.
Day 7 - December 6th: Blessings of Giving
In many places and traditions, today marks a joyous day when St. Nicholas visits and brings gifts and joyous greetings. It can be easy to forget that before St. Nicholas wore bishop’s robes, he was just like you and me, a generous, compassionate human being inspired to share and give to help those who had too little. Many stories still remember him leaving coins in shoes, bread on doorsteps, and warmth wherever he went. People said his lantern burned brighter the more he gave.
Story of the Lantern Bearer
Far beyond the seven misty mountains and across the seven blue seas, there lay a kingdom where kindness traveled faster than the wind. In this kingdom lived a humble wanderer known only as the Lantern Bearer. He owned almost nothing; just a patched cloak, well-worn boots, and a small brass lamp whose flame glowed like a tiny star. The lamp was not magical, except in the way all faithfully tended things become magical.
The Lantern Bearer’s joy was simple: he left gifts for others without being seen.
Not grand treasures, just small blessings that slipped into people’s lives like soft feathers: a coin in a shoe, a warm bundle of wood before a storm, wool socks appearing where cold feet had been shivering the night before.
Children whispered that he was a wizard. Adults wondered if he was a saint. The Lantern Bearer only smiled, for he wished to be none of those. He wished simply for kindness and compassion to stay alive in the world.
One year, winter grew sharp and heavy. Bread was scarce. Hope felt thin. So the Lantern Bearer gathered what the kingdom could spare: yesterday’s loaves, scraps of wool, bits of wood. He turned these humble things into tiny miracles and set out into the cold with his lamp. Every morning, doorsteps were bathed with blessings of gratitude as people would find his unexpected offerings. And soon, something wondrous happened: All people in the kingdom began giving, too! A woman left apples for her neighbor. A man paid for strangers to get the day's bread at the bakery. Children tucked drawings into the mail slots of lonely elders. The whole kingdom began to glow, lit by many quiet lamps.
A Personal Ritual: Tiny Sprinkles of Giving Magic
Give something small and secret today.
Hide a little blessing (a note, treat, or coin) where someone will find it unexpectedly.
Celebrate the gratitude and joy of having plenty to give little blessings to others.
Preparing for the Great Yule Night – Wool Socks & the Yule Cat
From old northern tales, we remember that the Yule Cat prowls winter nights, checking who wears new wool. Those who prepare nothing fresh for the winter feast risk her grumpy displeasure.
Prepare and plan for new woolen socks for each member of the household. These will be hung or placed under your decorated tree before the Great Night, on Dec 21 or Dec 22, and filled with: Coins for prosperity, Nuts for health, Sweets for love and good luck. Then, the socks will be worn through the night on New Year's Eve to welcome in the year of health, wealth, and joy.
Day 8 - December 7th: Blessings of Golden Light
Frau Holle, the great-grandmother of winter, shakes out her featherbed to make snow. She blesses the diligent and kindhearted, and those who tend their life's work with love.
Once long ago, beside an old well that knew more secrets than anyone could imagine, lived a girl who worked hard because no one else would. Her hands were gentle, her spirit steady, and her longing for kindness and belonging ran deep as the well itself.
One day, her spindle slipped from her tired fingers and fell into the dark water. Her stepmother sent her after it with a cold command. "Since you have let the reel fall in, you must fetch it out again." Terrified of what stepmother might do to punish her, the girl leaned over the stone rim, whispered a small, frightened prayer, and tumbled into its depths entirely.
She woke up in a meadow where the light felt alive. Bread in an oven called for her help; a tree heavy with apples asked to be shaken free. She answered their calls for help. She acted to help them, and the world softened around her.
Then, she reached the cottage of an old woman with winter in her smile and something timeless, ancient, in her eyes. “Do not fear, dear child. I am Frau Holle. Come in and help care for my home,” the woman told the girl, “Shake my featherbed each morning so the world may have snow.”
The girl did so faithfully, tenderly, and with her best effort and open heart every day. She found herself living in a peace she had never felt before. Yet, it could not quiet her homesick heart. When she asked to return home, Frau Holle nodded, as though she had been waiting.
At a great gate between worlds, snow-light shimmered into gold and poured over the girl her reward for tending life with sincerity. And just like that, she rose back to the world above, glittering in gold from head to heel.
Her step-sister tried to copy her path, but ... that part of the story is for another day…
A Personal Ritual:
Remember that your heart and your presence in the work you do matter more than the mere completion of the task.
Today, the mini personal ritual and the story invite you to bring your heart, your presence, and your joyful mindfulness into the tasks that require your attention and need your help.
To start, choose one simple household (or a craft or a project or...) task and complete it with full presence in heart and mind, with devotion and gratitude for the ability to complete it independently, with joy of knowing you are capable of showing up for it. Work with diligence and remember that, as simple as it might be, its blessings are many, even if they are hard to see. Shaking the bed covers and fluffing up the pillows brought much needed snow to the world Frau Holle tended to. This tiny ritual invites you to feel that each task, when done as if the great-grandmother Winter is watching, becomes imbued with magic that brings blessings yet unseen.
P.S. If your curiosity is piqued by today's story and you have not read/heard the old Frau Holle fairy tale but really want to know what happened to her step-sister, you can find it here at this link.
May Frau Holle shake bright blessings round your door,
Turning into a shining gift every daily chore.
May your tools feel your care,
As she nods in the hush of wintry air.
May the snow outside reflect the clarity you seek,
And may you rest tonight knowing
You have strengthened what once was weak.
Day 9 - December 8th: Gifts of Friendly Elves
In the old tale, Elves and the Shoemaker, elves come at night to help a poor shoemaker and his wife create shoes so fine that they change their life's fortune. Shoemaker and his wife meet them with open, grateful hearts as elves work by night, and they work by day.
Fancy fairy shoe or fairy boot charms with bells and whimsy can be joyful and very festive ornaments and gifts to invite into your space the blessings of prosperity while sharing your gratitude for the tiny house elves eager to have fun helping your home prosper.
Tiny Personal Prosperity Ritual for Day 9
Before sleep, set one work tool (needle, pen, laptop, spoon) near a candle: “May bright blessings shower this work so it may multiply the bright blessings showering my home, bringing goodness and prosperity for me, my loved ones, and our world.”
Prosperity is often a partnership between us and our seen and unseen helpers. It can be a very fun and simple experience of sharing the story and crafting your tiny charm for yourself or as a gift, or both. Here is a recent video with my retelling of the story and an example of a beginner-friendly way to felt a tiny fairy shoe charm.
Happy charm making!
Day 10 - December 9th: Spirit of the Hearth
Stories from long ago preserve the memory of the Spirit of the Hearth when it was well known that homes had hearth spirits, kind beings who swept misfortune out the door as families tended warmth, bread, and daily kindness. They adored laughter, storytimes, singing, loving connections within the home, as well as good work, care for the home, crafting, creating, and, of course, tiny fun surprises.
Today, as you tend to your home and hearth, sweeping the floor, tidying the main room, dusting a shelf ... open a window or the door and visualize stale energy leaving and making space for that which will be more nourishing.
When you have a few moments to slow down this week, click below to listen to today's story and find a strand of wool yarn to join me in creating a tiny Hearth Charm for your kitchen. It can be tucked into a potted plant or displayed in a window with a bright crystal pendant to bring in a bit of sparkle and a reminder that gratitude for our home and hearth multiplies the blessings and comforts it offers us and our loved ones.
Fiber Magic - Fingerknit a Hearth Charm
*** video will be available here in the evening of Day 10***
May warmth return to all corners of your home.
Day 11 - December 10th
...coming soon...
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Day 1 story was just what I needed to turn the trajectory of my winter in the right direction. During a walk near woods we came across this hallow tree and its little friend.
Thank you for waking up our senses to all that is around.