I WILL BE BLOGGING HERE AND AT SUBSTACK until I determine which site I want to continue with. Both have positive traits. What I love about Substack is the supportive writer’s community.
My husband, David, and I started a new ritual that came out of Beth Kempton {Life. This is it, friends.}class. We take turns sharing a piece of poetry, or music, maybe an image or a spiritual quote and then we write for fifteen minutes. Our level of sharing has deepened, and I am grateful for this new way of being together.
David is 100 percent disabled Vietnam era Vet and his health is precarious. We have been together for 45 years, my entire adult life, from nineteen on. He has been the only constant in my life. Finding newness in a long-term relationship is a precious gift.
Today we shared our thoughts on Imbolc. This is my favorite Celtic holiday on the Wheel of the Year. It’s very much a liminal space, an in-between where something is ending but the next part of the journey has not been realized. It carries the energy of completion and the energy of new beginnings. I imagine this sacred time like standing in a doorway. The door behind me is open and there is a path before me, but I have not yet stepped on to it. It is filled with endless possibilities.
As a Tarot reader, the card that comes to mind as I type, is the image of the Ace of Wands. The Aces are new beginnings—it is the buds unfurling. The suit of Wands carry the energy of movement, fire, creativity, and passion. The energy that pushes the tender shoots up from the earth is a dynamic force, an unseen force (This is depicted in the hand coming out of the clouds) that is also within us, as we too are a part of nature. It addresses the feral aspects we often keep tucked away but this energy also contains our personal power. This is not a power over, it is an inner, primal strength that is our birth right. It is our connection to nature. And the Great Mysteries, which are birth, death and re-birth.
Imbolc is a bit of a paradox. We are reminded to give ourselves the gift of rest and renewal that winter offers but it also asks us to notice our inner stirrings and the energy underneath what is visible. This is a very powerful space to hold within ourselves. It requires us to let go of the reigns—the push pull energy and allow things to flow. An image of a thawing babbling brook comes to mind—a letting go of what is stuck and letting go of what no longer serves and also the hardest part—letting go of what we think the outcome should be.
Imbolc also carries Bear energy. I think about the bear waking up and leaving its den hungry and ready to return to the world. I am considering what is it that I am hungry for. What in me needs to wake up? This is a powerful energy that is rooted in our intuition/instincts. The path may not be clear but if we listen to our inner stirrings, we will soon find ourselves moving forward, forging our path. Waking up requires we show up fully. This is the tricky part—not allowing our boots to get stuck in the thawing mud beneath our feet. We keep going—propelled by our inner knowing.
This time of year is also tied to the Celtic Goddess Brighid. I have been a devotee since my early thirties. I am a Flame Tender with The Daughter’s of The Flame. Brighid is the Goddess of healing, smith-craft, wells, sunrise, fire, poetry and so much more.
Here are two links should anyone want to look further into this amazing Goddess.
Brigid’s Sparking Flame is a resource site run by the Celtic scholar and practitioner. Mael Brigde. She also is the woman that birthed The Daughter’s of the Flame. She is in Kildare, Ireland as I write this, attending an event where she will be reading from her amazing book of poems.
Brigid: Survival of A Goddess/Order of Bards, Ovates & Druids