Blissed Healing

28/01/2026

28/01/2026

The Myth of Imbolc
The Cloak of the Cailleach and Brighid
In the age when winter ruled without question, the land was held by The Cailleach, the ancient hag of frost and stone.
She took young maidens into her service,setting them to endless tasks — cleaning, carrying, labouring —
work that never truly ended.
Among them was a maiden named Brighid.

One day, the Cailleach placed a brown, filthy cloak into Brighid’s hands
and said:
“Go to the river.
Wash this cloak until it is white.”
Brighid went obediently.
Day after day she scrubbed the cloth in the cold water, but no matter how she worked, the cloak would not lighten.
The river numbed her hands.
Winter watched in silence.
Brighid’s Lament
At last, exhausted and heartsore,
Brighid fell to her knees by the riverbank.
She wept.
Her grief was not small. It was the sorrow of endurance without hope.
Her tears fell into the river —
and the river rose.
It overflowed its banks,
flooding the frozen land,
washing earth, stone, and root.

From the storm came Father Winter,
brother to the Cailleach,
older than frost, keeper of balance.
Seeing Brighid’s sorrow, he said gently:
“Child, some things cannot be cleaned by effort alone.
They must be surrendered.”
He told her to cast the cloak into the river.
Brighid obeyed. When the cloak fell into the water, it soaked up Brighid’s tears, drawing the floods back into the river.
Washed by the flood —
by grief, release, and truth —
the cloak turned pure white.
As the waters receded, where Brighid’s tears had fallen,
snowdrops rose through the dark soil.

Brighid returned to the Cailleach,
wearing the white cloak.
Her hair shone like the rising sun, and the bunch if snowdrops in her hand glowed like little candles lighting the way in the darkness of winter,
and warmth moved with her steps. Seeing the snowdrops in her arms, the Cailleach realised they symbolised new beginnings.
the Cailleach flew into rage.
She struck her staff into the earth,
calling frost and ice,
trying to reclaim her power.
The ground hardened.
Winter pushed back.
The Turning
But where Brighid walked,
the earth softened.
Warmth spread beneath her feet.
Snowdrops bloomed through frozen ground.
Life answered her presence.
The Cailleach could not stop it.
Winter was not defeated —
but it was broken open.
And so the land turned.

The Meaning Held in the Story
This is why:
Snowdrops belong to Imbolc
White cloaks belong to Brighid
Winter cracks but does not vanish
Tears can change the world
And why the celtic people said:
Imbolc is not the end of winter —
it is the moment winter begins to release.
Blissed Healing

09/01/2026

07/01/2026

Reiki by the sea.
Salt air, steady breath, waves doing what waves do.
Energy softens, the body listens, the mind loosens its grip.
Nothing to fix. Nothing to force.
Just space, light, and the quiet remembering how to be.









Healing

07/01/2026

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06/01/2026

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06/01/2026

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01/01/2026

New Year’s Day
The year behind us still has fingerprints on the door handles
Old arguments drying on the walls
Small victories no one clapped for
Lessons that arrived late and left bruises
And a quieter voice inside that finally stayed
This turning isn’t fireworks or clean slates
It’s standing ankle-deep in what survived
Learning new songs with cracked throats
Taking on challenges without pretending we’re fearless
Letting the future hear us before we fully trust it
And maybe this is where love begins again
Not as an idea, but a way of moving
Doing the next right thing when it’s unnoticed
Giving time, hands, patience, food
And leaving people a little less alone than you found them

21/12/2025

Solstice Blessing
May the light that has grown quietly within you
now stand fully revealed.
May what no longer serves you
be gently released into the fire of this turning.
May your path be clear,
your heart steady,
and your next steps taken
with courage, warmth, and truth.
As the sun pauses,
so may you remember who you are.
Blessed be this turning of the light ✨

30/09/2025

It was wonderful to catch up with Wendy of Wild Heart Drum & Wild Heart Wellbeing and Donna of Blissed Healing yesterday afternoon. We have some lovely treats in store for our Resonance of the Heart Samhain Celebration on Sunday 26th October between 2 and 6pm at Weston AFC. With it being Samhain, there's a strong theme of honouring the ancestors permeating the event. We're starting with a community drum circle facilitated by Wendy, then have some of Donna's delicious, seasonal food. This is followed by a relaxing sound bath and we finish with chai and cake. A feast for all the senses! A third of the places have gone already! To book your place, use the link in the comments below 😍💖