01/02/2022
Blessed Imbolc everyone ❤️
“The Sun’s path has returned to where it was at Samhain. Take some time to notice the quality of the light, for it is the same now as that shimmering magical glow of late October. But instead of the season of dark and silence before us, in the Northern Hemisphere, the season of light and growth lies ahead. And so we prepare ourselves with rites of renewal, cleansing, and commitment. We celebrate the first stirrings of Spring.” – Beth Owl’s Daughter, “The Days of Imbolc”
Brigid is an aspect of the Triple Goddess that we see emerging in between Winter and Spring. She is White Goddess and Purity, Purification and Renewal. All things Light. The light in February does change -whether you are in the northern or Southern Hemisphere. It is noticeable. in the northern hemisphere, it is a distinct lengthening, or a shift of how the glow echoes outwardly, signaling a warming, rising, stirring below the below. What was still and silent, gestating and too deeply below the below for visibility, is now stirring a word, or a gesture, a symbol or a metaphor, a calling or a flame.
I think of this time as a special gateway of beginnings in the cycle of life and death and life and nature. The snowdrops begin to rise. In some places. And the lambs begin to prepare for birth. The belly of the mother is stirring. Earth mother, lamb mother, and soul mother, gestating a new possibility.
Listen, listen and listen some more. Purify your thoughts. It is so good to purify the month of February. Purify thoughts. Diet. Habits. Carefully imagine the garden that you wish to cultivate. Inside and out. Make sure the deadheads have been pulled. W**d out the old, make way for the new.
The spiritual baby is wanting to come through. You know the calling. You know you are birthing something new. Even in birth, you may or may not know the s*x, you may know that a new baby is on the way, but you may not know exactly what its destiny is either. But you tend it. good thoughts, good diet, good habits, good rhythms.
Welcome the light of the unknown mystery. She calls to you for a reason. Her gift is as sacred as the portal through which she emerges.
Art: Annetprs
Words: The Wild Matryoshka