As the last of November is swept away along with the remaining leaves, it’s hard to look towards the cold months ahead and think warmly. But as witches, we know we must do so. For we are the stewards of the seasons; guardians of the subtle natural changes that others ignore. And it is up to us to find beauty in all aspects of the wheel of the year.

For me that means respecting the bitter cold of Chicago, something difficult to do as the temperatures free fall and the daylight hours seem to slip through my fingers. But then again, I remember the previous years and I know that beneath the bitter cold and darkness there will be much beauty and power to be found.

I know that when the snows begin to fall they will cover the grey dirt and grime of the streets, making our roads glimmer diamond in the morning light. Along with the cold winds, the air becomes clear and the moonlight shines brighter. I remember times last winter as I walked towards the lake and saw the wild waters crash against sandy shores. The winds formed sand dunes into great monolithic structures of ice and frost. Standing nearby I could feel the wild uncontrollable power of the waves. A feeling that reminded me that we individuals are only minor players among the greater powers. For in winter, we are reminded that we are beholden to nature and such knowledge gives us a greater appreciation and connection to the spirits of the wild.