As the wheel of the year turns toward darkness, We stand at the threshold of beginnings, Where endings spiral into new dreams, and winter whispers its ancient wisdom.

Blessed be this sacred moment of transition, when the veils of time grow thin, when what has been meets what will be, In this eternal dance of becoming.

We honor the gifts of the fading year: The harvests gathered, lessons learned, stories lived, and wisdom earned - all that has shaped our dancing souls.

Now we welcome winter's sacred gifts: the quiet that nurtures new dreams, the darkness that cradles transformation, the stillness that deepens our knowing.

In this space between breath and breath, between autumn's farewell and winter's hello, we open our hearts to mystery.... And dance our way into beginning.

May our movements honor what has passed.

May our dance welcome what is becoming.

May our spirits flow like autumn leaves, Into the spiral of this Celtic new year.

Together we step into this sacred darkness, knowing that in the depth of winter we carry summer's light within us as we dance between the worlds.

And so we begin... Let the dance carry us Into this blessed new cycle as we move with the wisdom of the ages.

Blessed be this New Year.

Blessed be this sacred beginning.

Blessed be our dance together.