Blessed Imbolc!

A belated, blessed Imbolc to you!
This is one of my favorite fire festivals, a time to nurture the "fire in the belly"; ideas and plans for the coming months. Though the overtones of the festival are heavily focused on physical fertility, this is a great time to cultivate a fertile mind and spirit, clean out the old, and await the growth sure to come.


-Carmin

Fire and Ice

A winter that seems to stretch back to the depths of your memories; the world held in thrall by the cruel glittering hand, that squeezes the land and needles your bones.

Imbolc is one of my favorite Sabbats. At times like this, I know how the ancients believed that summer wouldn't come if specific rituals were neglected. I love the pregnant pause before Spring, the dichotomy of fire and ice; the defiance with which we light a blazing glory of bonfires and candles.

The light has grown since the Winter Solstice, but it is almost imperceptible here in the Rockies, where the first signs of Spring still feel a long way off.

Blessings to you and yours on this Feast of Light!