Imbolc

Imbolc...when we can see, really see, the light returning. Spring is coming. Perhaps not today, not this minute...but we can feel it in our bones, the slow warming of the Earth, the slow running of sap in the trees. Somewhere, Crocus are beginning to poke their way up through frozen dirt, slush, snow, desperate to fling themselves wide to the sun.

Life is stirring.

The Goddess, worn from grieving in late Autumn and birthing at Winter's beginning, is wakening to the warmth once more. She is growing stronger.

It's a time of fire, this holiday - lighting candles to welcome the sun's brightness, candles of orange, red, yellow, His colors.

Fire brings blessings, healing, and change.

Make and bless candles today for use during the year.

If the day dawns bright and clear, there will be a second (or longer) winter.

Weave Brigit's crosses from straw or wheat to hang about the house, invoking protection for the household.

The candle on our altar is burning, the flame that I will not let die, the light that guided Someone here and helps us find our way in the darkness...may it ever burn...

Happy Imbolc.
Oh, and? Happy birthday, K, sister of my heart!!!!!