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Friday, December 26, 2025

Winter Magick Day 26


 One of the pages I follow on IG posted the following which so touched my heart I had to share.

She is called the Star Mother.

She walks quietly at the turning of the year, when the longest night has passed and the light has begun-almost imperceptibly-to return. She is not bound to one name or one land. Long before religion, creeds and calendars, she was known wherever women looked to the sky and felt the ache of hope in their bones.
The Star Mother is said to have carried the first light in her body. Not a blazing sun, but a small, steadfast glow-bright enough to guide, gentle enough to be held. In some tellings, a single star followed her footsteps across the winter sky. In others, the star rested above her, watching, blessing, remembering.
She belongs to the deep lineage of winter mothers: the ones who hold life through cold, through scarcity, through waiting. She is kin to ancient sky goddesses, to hearth mothers, to the woman who wraps a child in wool while the world sleeps. In later centuries, her story was woven into the tale of Mary, but the Star Mother herself is older than any one story. She is the archetype of light made flesh, hope carried into being.
On Christmas Day, when the sun begins its 
slow climb back into the world, her presence is said to be strongest. The star still shines—not to announce triumph, but to offer reassurance. It tells of cycles kept, of promises remembered, of life that arrives quietly rather than loudly.
Folk once believed that the Star Mother watches over travelers, over newborns, over those who feel far from home. Her light does not demand faith. It simply exists, steady and faithful, whether it is named or not.
She reminds us that the most powerful liah is often small at first. That what is born ir stillness can endure. That even after the longest night, the world remembers how to turn toward the sun again.
And so, on this day, her story is told softly - like a star glimpsed through winter branches-so that the light, once welcomed, may continue its slow, patient return.
- friendsoftheforest IG

https://www.instagram.com/friendsoftheforestct?igsh=NG8wM2xpNmVwNnl6

Blessings dark and deep!


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