Yule is a time of change.
Like ancient relatives, we await the birth of the Child of Light.
The Mother's womb, dark like the night, has grown to encompass half of the earth.
Now the birth is at hand.
The water breaks and covers the land with snow.
Last years Child has grown and become King.
He is now old and vulnerable, waiting to pass his solar flame onto his own Son that he might be born anew.
He lovingly holds the hand of the Lady who must endure his death and birth all in the same moment.