Last night I gathered with many beautiful people to celebrate Yule.
Throughout that night I experienced true bliss, in waves that crested and rushed over me. Over the next days I shall share what names I found for the waves.
My first bliss of Yule is the souls of my spiritual kindred. I stood amongst the woods, goddess in me, and my kindred stood by my side. They danced the ritual with me. They shared food and laughter, solemnity and grace. These aren’t just kin. These are the people that resonate with me. We are not the same but together we created a harmony that, I like to think, lifted us all up higher.
When we spoke, ideas and concepts and understanding was shared, not just words and information.
I felt like I was among my own kind. I WAS among my own kind.
Graced in bliss by my resonant kin.