Fogmoon heralds the strangest point in the year when much of nature’s physicality has apparently ‘died’ and ‘gone to ground.’ The veil between the worlds of ‘past,’ ‘present,’ and ‘future’ seems very thin. This cold, dark time, when Sunna sinks to her lowest point at Yule and is~ then ‘reborn’ at Mother Night is a yearly Ragnarok for nature replete with customs and mythology, reflecting its enduring power within our consciousness.