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Another Yuletide, and the winter to follow, has rolled around
again and it seems a pretty cold one. In truth, it's been a pretty cold year:
war, terrorism, bloodshed, economic hardship, and general bad times. It may be
a lean Christmas for a lot of folks at home; it's sure to be a cold Christmas
for cops standing extra watches and for troops overseas. It is, to be clichéd,
a dark time. Whether it be a Yule candle or Brigid's fires,
it remains, regardless of tradition, a time for light in the darkness, for hope
in the deepest night, for a little rebellion in the staid conformity of winter's
embrace. We celebrate, we sing, and we try very hard to remember that the world
around us is caught in a web of night and cold and bleak midwinter. You know what
I think, though? I think that longing for light is passive. It's kinda wimpy,
in truth. It seems to say we should sit there in the dark and wait for someone
to deliver light to us; that we need some sort of divine UPS guy to drop off a
big glowing package and mutter "Sign here, please." That's not really
what we're about, is it? We don't need anyone else to save us, to redeem us, to
bring us out of darkness. We have the power and the magick ourselves, don't we?
We have the joy, the pride, the fierce fires within our own souls. We are the
Wise Ones, the True Ones, the Gods' own official seizers of the day. So don't
long for light. BE light.
Blessed Yule.
Dagonet Dewr, Managing Editor, newWitch magazine
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