12/07/2025
Beloved witches and moonlit wanderers, gather close.... because today I want to tell you a winter story.
After Krampus has rattled his chains through the early December nights,
the Alpine villages say another figure begins her slow, deliberate walk
through the deepening dark.
Frau Perchta.
The Winter Mother.
The Bright One.
The lady who wanders between the worlds when the snow lies heavy
and the year stands on its last trembling edge.
In some tales she appears as a shining woman in white,
her cloak crisp as frost and her face lit like moon on snow.
In others she’s a stern winter witch,
sharp-eyed, wild-haired,
with a spindle in her hand and a host of spirits at her back.
Children were warned to keep their promises,
adults to finish their work,
and everyone to keep their hearth in good order...
for Perchta sees everything,
and winter gives her nothing to hide behind.
But behind the dramatic stories lies something far more timeless:
Perchta is the spirit of winter alignment.
She is the force that walks the quiet rooms of the soul,
checking the loose threads, the broken vows, the neglected corners
of both home and heart.
And for modern witches, her energy feels like a whisper at the door:
What needs to be completed before the year turns?
What truth needs owning?
What boundary needs mending?
What part of your life wants to be shaped back into integrity?
Where Krampus brings the wild shadow,
Perchta brings the winter reckoning.
It's not cruel... it's just... honest.
Her story invites us to tend what’s unfinished,
to clear what’s stagnant,
and to step into the new year with our threads clean and strong.
May her winter wisdom steady your steps this season,
and may your path be lit by the Bright One’s quiet light.
❄️
Luv 🖤
Baba
