“Festivals are not merely the commemoration of historical events or personalities. They are in and of themselves, each year, spiritual events carrying a significance that grows and deepens with the developing phases of human evolution.”
— Rudolf Steiner
For most of us, for much of the world, the heart of Winter Festival lies obscured behind the veil of outer celebration. Yet the veil is translucent. Through it, with a willful gaze, we may behold the mystery of the low-hanging Sun as it seems to stop, heralding the onset of the north wind and the clear, hard bite of winter. Through the veil we also may sense something else just beyond our grasp – something vast, poignant, resonant.
Annually at this festival point in December the celestial rhythm of Earth and Sun come momentarily to pause – an anomaly that moves us inescapably into the deep, the dark, the other. At this Winter point, consciously or unconsciously, we set an inner pattern to guide what we will weave in the outer world through another solar cycle. We dream the dreams that will flower in another season. How much more powerful if we know we are dreaming? How much more beguiling if we know nature is inviting us to peer through the veils?
– If we do not wakefully intend,
we are subconsciously compelled –
N.B. The rest of this Winter Festival essay, which I wrote in 2002, can be found at this link.


When our Star appears in the East (about 4:00 AM), the mounds for 12 staffs will be marked and put in a circle with an opening to the East. All nations represented with a staff will circle around the center fire for the entrance of the sacred pipes, to be placed in the Four Directions with prayer and song.
Honoring the Sacred Path for the Five Finger Ones will be done with a Mountain Song, ending with the Blessing Way. The prayer sticks will be taken to the mountain spirits for their guidance and wisdom, as our journey begins here.
While dwelling amid the high mountains along the North American Continental Divide, Bennie LeBeau of the Eastern Shoshone tribe experienced a torrent of dreams and visions, especially in 1999. The visions directed him to set in motion the plans for a massive Medicine Wheel Ceremony.
A Medicine Wheel is an ancient spiritual tool with a history of widespread use all over Turtle Island (North America). Stones are set to mark the Four Directions of North, South, East and West, and also of other major points. In this manner, if done with knowledge and respect, a sacred space is defined. Within that space, the people can direct thoughts, feelings and actions toward a unified idea.

In the Medicine Wheel teachings of Turtle Island the South is a direction sometimes represented by Mouse. Mouse is so small and defenseless against the rest of the world that he must rely on trust and instinct to live. Much larger forces of Spirit are at work in the world, and Mouse understands how humble a creature he is in relation to all this. But good and surprising things can happen when trust leads Mouse to make a bold move for survival, guided by Spirit.
In the context of Grandfather’s words, the ravaged land all around Turquoise Mountain bespeaks an ugly story. Over many years
The call for people of all nations, races, and traditions to participate in this massive Medicine Wheel ceremony comes at a time of widespread military conflict, and of profound environmental damage to the earth, the wind, the fire and the water. It is also a time of intense culture war.


Of note, Yellowstone Park is also the site of a legal, on-going Buffalo slaughter. The Buffalo are killed to prevent them from becoming “too numerous.” In native understandings, Buffalo are widely considered to be healers of the earth. The places where their hooves touch the soil are especially fertile.

Like reeds in a basket, human life is interwoven with the life of the earth. All our food, water, clothing, and shelter come from her body, and arise with her natural rhythms. Our skin and bones are likewise formed of her stuff. Our moods, thoughts, and capacities are not wholly independent of this relationship.
One illuminating expression of the yearly cycle and its festivals is presented by Evelyn Francis Derry in her book,
At the time of the Winter Festival we are naturally drawn to contemplate the course of the Sun — it hangs so ominously low in the sky we cannot help but notice it. As the Sun conquers the cyclical darkness, which has been deepening from the moment of Summer Solstice until Winter Solstice, there is a sacred pause in the collective breath of Earth and humanity — a moment when we can recognize that we, too, may ultimately triumph over the darkness in our lives.

When Gaia exhales in spring, life returns to the surface. That vitality expands in summer as the planet’s surface covers itself with visible proof of life: leaves, blossoms, buzzing insects, and rising passions. Earth puts forth what she has thought in the winter in the form of summer’s growing and flowering things. As the cycle of the year continues around its spiral wheel toward autumn, Gaia begins again to inhale in earnest, to draw the life forces back in.
As human beings battle spirit-denying forces within, the battle is mirrored dramatically in the cosmos through the outer cycle of the seasons. In the rhythmic breathing of the earth, exhalation reaches its peak near the Summer Solstice. The nature forces which were concentrated deep within at Winter Solstice have been fully exhaled. Steiner put it poetically: “they surge out to unite with the cloud structures and everything that human sight encounters in the heights above.”
Scalding, sulfuric spirits surge through the summer world but as the seasonal wheel turns an opposing element eventually arises: meteoric iron. The sensational meteor showers of late summer and early autumn correspond symbolically to the flashing sword of Michael, with which he battles the dragon. As above us, streaking meteors cleanse the soft, dark sky of summer’s sulfurous heat; so below, iron courses through human blood to give us clarity and will for cutting through roiling passions.







