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Imbolg 2006

February 4, 2006 - 10:37 AM

We're doing a really nice Imbolg ritual tonight, which I'm looking forward to.

My hopes for Imbolg, by the blessings of the Goddess (namely Brid), are health, weight loss, and self-love - all neatly and annoyingly interconnected.

Tonight I do Her honour by invoking/playing her Poetic aspect - a virtue that I seem to be adept at. I will be taking the torch from Cailleach, along with Brid the Healer and Brid the Smith.

"I will carry this lantern through the time of light, and spring, until darkness comes again. I will carry the lantern to illuminate the creativity of the Earth, and to inspire those who seek the Goddess. Blessed Be."

And here is my 2006 tribute to the Goddess:

I dream of a light that
shines brighter -
As the moons wax and wane;
As she rests from her labour
my dreams only grow and
strengthen in the
midst of winter's stay.
My father, my lover, my son:
The milk is ready and the
seeds sprout beneath the cold.
Earth is quiet as the bride
is carried up, celebrated at
the circle, and made ready
for Eostre.

(c)2006 Marylin Houle

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