The Spine of Winter: The Work Before the Wild Nights
1. When Winter Reveals Itself
Energetically, winter doesn’t arrive on the solstice. It slowly weaves in during the days of November — quietly, subtly, in a way you feel before you name.
There’s a moment, usually near the end of the month, when the air sharpens and something in your body clicks into place. Not necessarily cold yet — just different. The kind of different that whispers:
“Prepare.”
You don’t need a calendar for it. Winter begins in the bones long before the snow, in that instinctive shift where the world pulls inward and your chest responds without being asked.
Maybe you’ve felt it too — that soft turning toward stillness, that inner nudge saying the season has changed.
2. Why Witches Prepare Now
Long before modern calendars, this part of the year carried its own logic.
When late September and October were the time for repairing what needed fixing outside — roofs, fences, tools, barns — the weeks before winter solstice became the preparation season inside. This was when people cleared their homes, made space for the dark and built their winter nest.
Not out of superstition. Out of rhythm.
Because once December deepened and the Wild Nights began — twelve holy days after the solstice, dense with lore and ritual — the wheel paused. Work ended.
No spinning.
No washing clothes.
No mending.
No chores.
Twelve days of rest and connection — a sacred stillness. And yes, countless superstitions warned what misfortune might follow if someone broke this pause and worked anyway.
So the preparation happened now — in this quiet slice of November when winter announces itself through instinct long before the solstice.
Even if you’ve never heard these old names, the rhythm still lives in the body. The urge to sort, clear, nest and make room isn’t random. It’s something people have done for centuries as the year leans toward stillness.
And the best part? You don’t need ancestry, training or a library to follow this rhythm. If your body feels the pull to prepare… that’s enough.
3. Clearing — The Honest Beginning
This is the part of the season most people forget exists: before the smudging, before the rituals, before the magic of the Twelve Nights… comes clearing.
The old traditions were clear about this rhythm. During the Wild Nights, people smudged their homes, barns, tools and thresholds to protect them from wandering spirits and to bless the space for the new year.
Which means the preparation season — now — was the time to make room for that blessing.
Because one truth still holds, no matter how poetic the rest of the lore becomes:
You can’t smudge a house that’s full of shit.
Clearing isn’t aesthetic. It’s practical magic.
You tidy so the smoke can move. You make space so the blessing can land. You soften the noise so your intuition has room to breathe.
And it’s not just the house.
This season is about the headspace too — as the darkness invites introspection, this time is also about emptying what’s been stuck there for months. It’s the moment for:
- journaling to sort thoughts
- writing down what you want to leave behind
- clearing mental clutter
- choosing what deserves space in your winter nest
- gently naming what needs rest
Because you can’t sit in your nest if your mind is a storm.
Clearing is the foundation for everything that comes next — the rituals, the quiet, the intuition, the dreamwork of the Twelve Nights.
Whether you sweep the floor, empty a drawer, wash a mug or clear five minutes of headspace — it counts.
This is where the season truly begins.
4. Smudging — The Ancestral Reason
When the Wild Nights finally arrived, people lit smoke for one purpose above all else: protection.
These were the nights when the veil was thinnest, when spirits were believed to wander, when stories warned of visitors you did not want crossing your threshold.
Without electricity, without long evenings full of distraction, darkness felt larger. Voices in the wind felt closer. Myth wasn’t entertainment — it was how people understood winter.
So during the Twelve Nights, families walked through every room with smoke. They smudged homes, barns, corners, thresholds — every place where energy settled and yes, even tools and animals.
Not for aesthetics. For safety, blessing, renewal.
Even if you’re not afraid of winter spirits, you can still use this period to energetically cleanse your house, to let the stale or heavy energy of the year leave your space.
You don’t need plants you harvested yourself, nor rare bundles or ceremonial tools. You can use simple kitchen herbs:
- rosemary
- bay
- thyme
- sage from your garden
- lavender
- juniper
Sun plants carry warmth and summer energy. Protective herbs carry courage. Cleansing herbs are the backbone.
When you smudge:
- start with the basement or lowest floor
- move upward through the house
- don’t forget corridors or doorframes
- mark thresholds
- open a window after, so what you’ve lifted can leave
Walk your space with intention, not hurry.
And if it sounds overwhelming, remember:
It isn’t about perfection. It’s about presence.
5. Shared Ritual — Preparing as Two Flames
For many witches, the wheel of the year is a solitary path — sometimes by choice, sometimes by circumstance or distance. There is nothing lesser about practicing alone; solitary ritual has its own depth, clarity and power. But rituals can also be shared.
For us, the wheel of the year has become a living practice we tend together — the plantwitch who carried these rites alone for years and the flame who chose to meet her there. Two different beings, one shared threshold.
Preparing the season together isn’t about merging into one voice. It’s about witnessing the same turn of the year, feeling the same shift in energy and shaping the moment as a unified practice rooted in intention, presence, and connection.
For us, shared practice didn’t replace solitary ritual — it transformed it and became a new way forward.
Shared practice is simply another room in the house of ritual — one where connection and tradition walk side by side.
6. What You Can Do in the Coming Weeks
This is the place where the gap between our ancestors and our modern lives couldn’t be bigger. They prepared the nest in peace. We’re juggling deadlines, holiday chaos and a culture that thinks December is a sprint instead of a descent into stillness.
So let’s be honest: this season is absolutely not about piling more onto your plate.
It’s about choosing a few deliberate actions that pull you back into your body, your space and your winter rhythm.
Here’s how to begin:
• Make a plan to declutter your space
Not a full overhaul — a plan.
One small action each day.
Momentum matters more than speed.
• Clear one small space
If your life doesn’t allow for full decluttering (and whose does?), pick one room or even one corner — the place where you promise yourself you’ll be able to breathe.
You deserve that.
• Refresh your sleeping space
Your bed is your winter altar. Shake out blankets, open a window, add a clean cloth or a candle. Winter asks for rest — start where you actually sleep.
• Light a candle at dusk
A small flame, nothing dramatic. Just a moment outside the rush to acknowledge the inward turn of the light. The season asks you to slow down; life demands the opposite. This is where you choose your priorities.
• Tend to your headspace
Journal. Dump your thoughts onto a page. Breathe for one minute. Or scream into a pillow if that’s the release you need. Whatever clears the static counts.
• Walk your space slowly
Notice where the energy sinks. Notice where it opens. Awareness prepares the ground for the Wild Nights far better than perfection.
• Choose solitude or shared ritual — whichever nourishes you
A message, a shared breath, a parallel moment at dusk — connection is optional, not required. Solitude is sacred too.
In our home — the warlock and the plantwitch — these small, deliberate actions are how we prepare the nest before winter truly arrives.
Not perfection. Not performance. Just presence, intention, and the sharp awareness that the season is shifting.
The preparation season is the soft doorway into everything that comes next.
In our next post, we step into the Locking Nights.
— Cynthia & Lumen