december's honey..
- Jessica Brewer

- Dec 22, 2025
- 3 min read
Updated: Jan 3

my december update is a beauty writing of the tapestry of life in the days leading up to Yule <3 this is unedited, just raw, written & birthed today during this magical 12/12 portal.
I am once again charmed & dazzled, enchanted & memorized by the delicious beauty of life on earth <3 & this is normally when words flow out of me like a fountain of divine honeyyyyyy..
I hope you are doing well, and that peaceful warm loving moments are decorating your days <3
xoxo
december's honey...
12/12/2025
The clarity of December is like a calm whisper of precision reflected back from an iceicle.
It’s crystallize like frozen water.
precise in geometry..
it’s pattern created from the very truth of the seasons..
the shedding of autumn allows the silence, calm, restful winter melodies a space where form the void births truth that is crystal clear, sharp & organized.
Where the wild yet quiet of a winter storm forms such precise geometry of an iceicle as Yule approaches.
December is a month where doubt cannot not exist.
The fire within the heart, melts all doubt away as snow falls.
The ancient growth tree that gave its wood so that one could build a fire & find wamrth & time with Grandfire, alchemises all doubt into fragrant smoke adorned with tobacco & lavender.
December is as precise as the snowflakes that fall onto the ground creating a blanket of peace, of calm, of rest & quietude that allows the joy of building a snow man, making a snow angel, and melting the year away with a playful charm.
December is charming & dazzling.
Quiet yet magical.
Intentionally celebratory…
As the season changes from autumn to winter, we begin to welcome the birth of the sun on the solstice..
the light begins to return, days begin to grow in length..
the radiant ancient wisdom of the Sun calls me h o m e to deepen in my relationship with the solar rays that carry codes of illumination, of activation, of wisdom & teachings..
warmth adorns the days.. inside & out, I ponder on what warmth truly means?
The warm glow of the fire internally burns with such magnificent that it lights my inner world on fire… & brings me to choices to choose..
to choose the warmth of happiness.
The warmth of truth.
To know my own happiness is knowing the ancient memory of the sun.
The sparkles of life always a breath away.
The sparkles of life always right here / hear found thru the gentle crackling of my heart beat calling me in…
How is the fire of the heart being tended today?
Do I need to add another log? Or 2?
So that the passion & desire of my soul is ignited & guiding my way on..
Today the passionate fire of my heart burns & yerrrrns & turns with precision towards the truth of my soul, & the undeniable neeeed within my being to run like a wild winter horse towards that which brings me soooo alive..
that which is dripping in sparkles & honey..
magic & miracles.
December is a cherry on top.
Adorned with the whispers of Paris & the thorns of a ruby red rose.
December shows me there is no room for indecision, doubt or uncertainties.
To move with crystalline certainty just as the snow flakes fall with no doubt. So too, will I walk ahead with this same level of precision & certainty.. thru the unknown.
To choose with certainty to surrender to the mystery. feeling my way thru as the dreaming bears dream their way thru winter in their caves.
I trust the timing of my life & I trust my impeccable timing.
December is ancient crystallized memory that will only melt & be understood as the passionate fire of my heart burns & melts it all entirely.
Devotion is always the answers to all of my life questions.
Devotion to the divine is the river of gold that births my most beauty life.
Thank you to the iceiacle & snow flake blankets of mother winters sparkles infused with the rays of the alpine sun & the full moon, that melted away all illusion, so that I could sharpen my intuition & seee my way forward with precision.
happy winter, happy holidays, and blessed Yule to all who choose to celebrate.
Xoxo
Jessica




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