The Faeries of Tír na nÓg, those radiant, ancient, luminous spirits who dance at the threshold of our world and the Otherworld, are calling out to every heart that has grown weary of celebrations that feel hollow. They call to those of us who have always known, in the deepest chamber of our being, that this day holds something far older and far more sacred than the story we were given.

Hawthorn and the Rebirth of Light I write this on the holy cusp of midwinter, when the Earth has drawn into herself like a great dreaming animal, and the Sun is reborn from the cradle of darkness. Christmas, Yule, Winter Solstice, whatever language the heart speaks, this is the time when we gather around the invisible flame and whisper, "Return to us."