Archive for January 18th, 2015

Is it Imbolc?

black forest -germany

I’m dragging my feet, scuffling along as if I am asked to go to bed while it is still light outside.

Spring is coming.

Too soon.

I have squandered my dark time.

Loss.  Grief.  Loss.

Keywords that have colored my world through this dark time.


I have known love.

I have felt gratitude.

I have seen growth.

Sitting with the Cailleach.  I am home.  This is familiar.

But Bride is calling.  I hear her soft humming over the hills.

There is a greening on the land.

How can I let go to meet her?


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