Here, the primroses are awake too early, but the catkins are right on time. The sun is bright today, almost too bright, but it would be after all the storms recently...
"But, like a light at the end of the tunnel, Imbolc is a spark. It’s an awakening. Imbolc is an invitation to follow the flickering candle to a new chapter of our story."
I love this write-up, witches, and I look forward to Brigid's full return. She calls upon us to create, and create we shall, especially as we (im)patiently await the arrival of spring's grandeur.
The turnin o the wheel brings us tae the second o the great fire festivals. Brighid, dochter o Daga, cairies the sun's seed within her, heavy wi the promise o burgeonin life. Deep within the earth, the seeds stir, a w whisper o green unfurlin in the dark soil, a sough that speaks o spring's return. Imbolc – "in milk" – a name that sings o the yowes, their udders swellin, a creamy tide risin efter the lang, lean months. For milk is the lifeblood, the sustenance that sees a tribe through winter's grip, and its return is a cause for joy, a beacon in the dwinnlin dark. It heralds the end, the slow, sweet thaw, the promise o pastures green just ower the horizon.
So, already Bride walks… her basket filled with seeds and sprouting onions. Despite An Cailleach’s daily wind, the rivers open and the birds gather to sing Spring a welcome. Time to clean my garden tools and sain them with a blessing for a healthy and prosperous growing season.
While these plants have not yet flowered, I see daffodil and crocus stems emerging from the soil in my local area. When they start to flower in a couple of weeks, the land will be awash in bright colours, especially the yellow of the daffodil. To me, the flower symbolises hope and strength. The daffodil is such a hardy plant! If it can survive the cold of winter then so can I!
The daffodils have begun peaking out and on Imbolc the geese arrived to our pond. They make a quick stop to us during their migration 🥹 peak spring vibes
We seemed to know here. We went for a walk to enjoy the sun, and noted the new shoots rising up around and about. We’ve aired the house and cleansed the gateways. All ready for an Imbolc working tomorrow.
Here, the primroses are awake too early, but the catkins are right on time. The sun is bright today, almost too bright, but it would be after all the storms recently...
Beautiful! I'm also in between storms, it makes those moments when the sun comes out even more special - the plants almost seem to glow!🌷
"But, like a light at the end of the tunnel, Imbolc is a spark. It’s an awakening. Imbolc is an invitation to follow the flickering candle to a new chapter of our story."
I love this write-up, witches, and I look forward to Brigid's full return. She calls upon us to create, and create we shall, especially as we (im)patiently await the arrival of spring's grandeur.
Thank you! We are also (im)patiently waiting to welcome Brigid home 🌷. Happy Imbolc!
Newly emerging Daffodils...and the buds of the Lenten Rose!
Oooo is the Lenten Rose also known as Hellebore? I love that plant, she has some great lore!
Yes! I think they are so beautiful, though poisonous. Like your article said, "two sides of the same coin!"
for Brigid’s Day
https://windsongmyths.wordpress.com/2019/02/02/for-brigids-day/
Thank you for this, Imbolc blessings! 🌷
Thank you ❤️
Happy Brigid's Day!
The turnin o the wheel brings us tae the second o the great fire festivals. Brighid, dochter o Daga, cairies the sun's seed within her, heavy wi the promise o burgeonin life. Deep within the earth, the seeds stir, a w whisper o green unfurlin in the dark soil, a sough that speaks o spring's return. Imbolc – "in milk" – a name that sings o the yowes, their udders swellin, a creamy tide risin efter the lang, lean months. For milk is the lifeblood, the sustenance that sees a tribe through winter's grip, and its return is a cause for joy, a beacon in the dwinnlin dark. It heralds the end, the slow, sweet thaw, the promise o pastures green just ower the horizon.
So, already Bride walks… her basket filled with seeds and sprouting onions. Despite An Cailleach’s daily wind, the rivers open and the birds gather to sing Spring a welcome. Time to clean my garden tools and sain them with a blessing for a healthy and prosperous growing season.
While these plants have not yet flowered, I see daffodil and crocus stems emerging from the soil in my local area. When they start to flower in a couple of weeks, the land will be awash in bright colours, especially the yellow of the daffodil. To me, the flower symbolises hope and strength. The daffodil is such a hardy plant! If it can survive the cold of winter then so can I!
The daffodils have begun peaking out and on Imbolc the geese arrived to our pond. They make a quick stop to us during their migration 🥹 peak spring vibes
love this, thank you! Many deep insights here. Blessed Imbolc!
We seemed to know here. We went for a walk to enjoy the sun, and noted the new shoots rising up around and about. We’ve aired the house and cleansed the gateways. All ready for an Imbolc working tomorrow.