Imbolc/ La Feill Bride

 

It is that time of the year again, the wheel moves once more, this time around to Imbolc, Oimlec or any number of other names that this midway point can and does get called.  This point on the wheel is exactly the halfway point between Yule and the Spring Equinox.

Brigid, Brighid, Bride is an old Goddess, maybe not as old as others but she has been venerated for a very long time. She is the promise that Spring is on its way, that the earth is waking up, that the animals and birds are getting ready to breed (or in the case of sheep, give birth), she is of new beginnings, she is a midwife, she is of the forge and fire. She has many aspects, she is often referred to as the opposite half of the Cailleach, the old lady of Winter gives way to the younger woman of light and life, she has that many aspects that it is no wonder the Church sought to canonize her into St Brigid to help convert pagans.

  

This morning was another very cold and icy one, the unexpected snow from the day before had frozen overnight in the sub zero temps, everything was wearing diamonds and crystals and this meant I had to go out with my camera whilst collecting reeds to make my Crois Brigid for this evening.

  

It was a bit slippery underfoot but the park was very empty, quiet and very peaceful to be in, it was wonderful! Even when I fell over in quite deep snow and couldn’t get myself back up again, I was laughing out loud at my own antics.

I wandered about the park, thinking about Brigid and how I was going to mark Imbolc and honour her, noticing all the details that had been brought to life with a covering of hard frost, last years seeds heads given a new lease of life, showing off their intricacy. Details, its always the little details that I find stunning.

   

 

Eventually I decided to make my way over to the lake to collect the reed grass I was after for making the cross, here is a view of a quite Wintry inner city park lake!

 I managed to get down to the shore line to collect my reeds without falling in, to my great relief I might add. I turned around to scramble back up the path when I saw this little fellow in the tree looking at me.

   It was being incredibly brave or brazen, not sure which, I only had crumbs left in the dog biscuit bag so I shook out these crumbs and it was down on them so fast. It got so close, as long as I move slowly it wasn’t scared off. I had plenty of opportunity to take pictures and even some video (which I cant upload on to this blog apparently!)

It was a a truly magical moment for me, there is a lot of symbolism attached to robins, often considered messengers from spirits. They are a psychopomp, the herald of Spring (although maybe not just yet!), they symbolise family connections, new ideas, new starts, they can be an animal totem, a spirit guide, to name just a few. I will spend some more time exploring this encounter over the next few weeks.

I got home and started to make my Crois Brigid, I like to make the triple armed/triskele style cross instead of the better known four armed cross, for some reason it just feels more right to me and I feel it represents the triple aspects of Brigid.  I set up my altar;

I lit several candles around the room to symbolise the returning warmth of the sun, I had on my alter a bowl of ice that would melt overnight, I had a pot of soil which had a candle sunk into it that was lit to symbolise the warming of the Earth and under the pot of soil was a packed of seeds that I intended to sow.

I left out a cloth/scarf outside as is tradition for Brigid to bless as she wanders the land overnight, this cloth can then be used to treat ailments like headaches and sore throats by getting the patient to wear the cloth on the affected area.

  

Today is Imbolc itself, the weather here is bright and sunny but cold, which could imply that the Cailleach is out collecting more firewood to keep herself warm so Winter might not be over yet!

I went to my altar and I collected my seeds, soil and water, the water was poured onto the soil, as I sowed the seeds , I envisaged future plans germinating, taking root and growing as these seeds do.  I went outside to collect my (very cold!) scarf that had been passed over in the night to put it in safe place for future use.

Tonight we had a hearty soup, made from root vegetables, full of goodness from Mother Earth, I am looking forward to the future, there is plenty of possibility so I would like to take this opportunity to wish you Imbolc greetings and blessings, x

 

 

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First dog walk of the 2019

New Year greetings! I hope you have all had a lovely Yule/Christmas/New Year and that you are looking forward to what a new year could bring?

I haven’t been out walking with the dog for a while and felt the need to get off my backside and stretch my legs a bit so I claimed the dog walking duties for today, grabbed the dog and off we went!

Finally the temperature had dropped last night after a period of mild weather, which is just plain wrong for Winter, there had been a slight frost and Mother Nature was wearing her crystals and diamonds in the sunshine.

I love how low winter sunshine highlights details that you could miss normally, like the angle of sun had highlighted these turkey tail fungi on the end of a felled tree.

After the (over)indulgence it felt good to be out walking in the fresh air, getting my blood moving around my body properly. I had burnt myself out on the run up to Christmas by trying to do it all but someone reminded me with a tarot card reading that I should stop trying to do it all, I should allow people to help me when they offer and to practice some self care and self love…..to find this tiny heart shaped leaf on the path right in front of me..

..messaged received!

I haven’t spent anytime in this park for far too long so decided that I really needed to walk the Labyrinth here, and shed any baggage from last year as I enter so I could leave lighter, ready to face this new year with a clean sheet.

I approached the Labyrinth as always in a respectful manner and asked permission. As I entered I instantly felt at home, welcomed back warmly. The path through the Labyrinth was harder to see than normal as the grass ‘walls’ hadn’t grown in Winter, but my feet knew the path off by heart and took me to the center without faltering.

Once at the center my ever faithful guardian was at hand so I could close my eyes and feel the birdsong…

Once I had spent my time at the center we walked outwards and I felt myself getting lighter and lighter….as I neared the end of the Labyrinth I noticed a young couple walking on the main path watching me, I then noticed that they sat down on the path and appeared to waiting for me to finish my walking meditation before they entered to do their own. I gave thanks once I exited….oh that felt better!

Next on my agenda was to go and see my old friend, the big Oak.

I haven’t spent any time with this old fellow in too long. I spoke with him and gave him a hug (and lost the dog!)

Eventually got the dog to return to me from wherever he had been snuffling/hiding so said my goodbyes to the Oak and we carried on with our amble in the sunshine. I could see more diamonds and cyrstals on the grass,

..as well as signs of new life in the trees and shrubs. These catkins were postively glowing in the sun!

In the shaded parts of park there was still some signs of the cold temperature…I haven’t seen ice yet this year…I mean last year…..you know what I mean!

For a park slap bang in the middle of Toxteth, Liverpool, it really does have a lot of beautiful spots and hidden gems if you know where to look, I really am very lucky to spend time here and recharge.

That felt good, for both my body and my mind, really shouldn’t leave it as long!

Curiously for the whole time I was walking, there was either a robin or a male blackbird in my line of sight, they kept alternating with their appearances so I am off to look into the meanings of their presence…..other than it being Winter of course! 😉

Martinmass, Armistice Day and time spent in the woods.

It is Sunday.

It is Sunday 11th of November which makes it Armistice Day, this year it is exactly 100 years since the guns fell silent in the Great War.

It is a day for remembering the sacrifice made by so many souls in this war as well as every war that has come after it, such a waste of life on all sides.

I held my silence and my thoughts were with those that died, those who were injured in horrific ways, those that were left behind to mourn, as well as the animals that gave their lives while they performed essential roles.

I needed to get out and go for a walk in the woods, i needed the energy of the trees…..so off I went with wonderdog!

Off we went into our local woods, I love these woods.  They are not ancient woods, in fact half the area known as the woods were the grounds of a stately home, landscaped with folly’s built in for leisurely strolls by the well to do, after passing through the gatehouse and making your way up the stately driveway.  The mansion house is not there anymore, most of the land it was on it now part of the TV filming studio but there are remnants left and not just the overgrown rhodedendron shrubs.  The driveway is still there, again overgrown but it would have been an impressive way to reach your destination.

 Faded glory!

Now most of the woods are left and managed with quite a light hand, paths kept clear and dangerous tree branches removed etc but generally not landscaped which is nice and it makes for a nice haven for nature.

A lot of the trees are beech and at this time of the year, the light on a sunny autumnal day is gorgeous as it shines through the remaining golden leaves on the trees as some fall like confetti….it is a pleasure to spend time amongst the trees and the shrubs.

With the closing down of the plant year so to speak, with the trees showing us that it is good to let go of things that no longer serve us, my mind wandered back to the herself, the Callieach as we are in her time of the year. She is generally considered to rule from Samhain/Samhuinn over the darker months of the year.

However, with the changing of the calendar from Julian to Gregorian, modern festivals are deemed to be approx 7 days out now, so Samhain could well have been 7th Nov…..where am I wandering off to you may ask, well Matinmass or the festival of St Martin falls today on 11th of November.  This festival bears a lot of similarities to Samhain with the feasting and the ‘bloodletting’, slaughter of animals that wouldn’t make the winter but could therefore feed the people over the winter.

Martinmass was also a time for initiation in some local customs, not just bloodletting, there is an interesting article on Martinmass which can be found here, (there is an image in this article about animal sacrifice that some people may find offensive, please consider this a warning).

Martinmass was also one of the Scottish ‘term dates’, now called ‘Old Scottish Term dates’ as they have all been moved and fixed now.  Candlemass, Whitsun, Lammas and Martinmass were the legal dates when contracts could be written or terminated as well as employment by the lairds.  For more information, read here.

So there you have it, my thoughts and musings on Armistice Day and Martinmass as I walked my dog around the woods and spent sometime amongst the trees, surprising where your mind can wander to when you disconnect from society and technology for a short while.

Take care of you and yours, catch up soon, x

 

Samhain/Samhuinn

The wheel has turned once more and we have reached Samhain. For some pagans this is a New Year celebration as well as acknowledging that the veil has thinned and the spirit world is closer now so contacting/communing with your ancestors is easier.

I have been completely out of sorts for the last day or two and quite grumpy with it!

This meant I wasn’t in the right frame of mind for marking Samhain but this morning I gave myself a virtual shake and told myself to sort it out.

Tonight we are having a family meal, it might not be a traditional meal for Samhain but we are all going to be together and sharing food – it’s going to be messy finger food but it’s tasty, we all enjoy it and we all get to eat together.

Some will be put aside on a plate for any ancestor spirits that feel like popping in, I will show them the way by having a candle burning in a lamp all night in the window (it will be a real candle until I go to bed then I will change it for a battery LED candle for obvious safety reasons!)

As it is also considered a fire festival, I intend to have a small fire in a fire bowl out in the yard, I might try some divination while outside and I will write down things that no longer serve me and commit them to the fire for destruction. I will take stock of my final ‘harvest’, what I have learnt in the last year, what seeds/plans I can make for the new year coming.

I will also leave offerings to welcome The Cailleach as we now move into her time of the year. I have bread and mead to leave for her as we move into Oidhche Shamhna (Scottish gaelic for Samhain Night) and tomorrow will be Là Sahmna (Samhain day). I am looking forward to seeing what I get from her over the next few months.

As today is about honoring ancestors I decided to go to my local cemetery as I wanted to find some graves that were no longer being tended by relatives, to tidy them up and acknowledge that they were somebody’s ancestors.

My grandparents were both cremated and their ashes interred in the grounds of the chapel that they both helped set up but the gates are usually locked and I can’t get access to them…although being involved in setting up your own church, I’m not sure how my paganism would sit with their Christianity anyway.

This is the back entrance to my local cemetery, it’s not one of the oldest in Liverpool but I like it, even though it’s right next to a very busy main road there is a calmness and peacefulness to it.

The details put into the ‘back’ entrance shows that it was considered important when it was first created in 1856.

I don’t think I have ever seen a gravestone with this carved on to it before today!

It didn’t take me long to feel drawn to a gravestone that had toppled and needed cleaning.

Edward here had managed to outlive 3 wives, all of whom were remembered on this stone, along with his son.

The next stone I came to was Bessie’s.

I removed all the moss, mud and tree debris that had accumulated over the years, I got a stick and scraped out all the filled in details so her stone could be read and then also realised that it made reference to her son who had died young.

This appeared to set the tone for the rest of my time in the cemetery, my eye seemed to be drawn to the graves of those who died early and never got a chance to become an ancestor by having their own families.

Shortly I after this stone I noticed a funeral car and people standing beside a freshly dug grave, a priest had arrived and as he approached, the coffin bearers, only 2 of them, carried out a small white coffin.

Once again, someone else had been denied the chance of becoming an ancestor. It was a moment of profound sadness and further confirmed the theme of my visit today.

I turned and walked in another direction so as not to intrude on their anguish.

My walk home was sombre but I gave thanks that I haven’t experienced the pain of losing a child and hopefully never will.

As we enter into the dark part of the year which will include death in all it’s forms, from the death of plants, to the sleeping of the earth, hibernating animals that slow down so much they are on the point of death, to the greater number of deaths that naturally happen over winter, there is much to mourn but more to celebrate as we know that the light and the warmth will follow and return as it always does as the wheel turns again.

Have yourself a wonderful Samhain, x

A much needed Nature fix!

Afternoon!

It definitely feels more autumnal outside today, I discovered this when I took the dog out for a walk.  I haven’t walked our dog for quite a while now, since my husband has been off work on long term sick-leave, he has been walking the youngest to and from school with the dog so there hasn’t really been much point/opportunity.  This in turn means that I haven’t been outside in nature for quite a while and I was starting to feel this.

So as I had already been up and out to do some overtime for work, I decided to make the most of my momentum and to take the hound out as well as reconnecting.

As soon as I got to the park, Nature was showing me that she has the best crayons and the most impressive paintbox,

oh it felt good to be back in the park, there is a slightly wild element to the park I like to walk the dog in, it isnt as well manicured and maintained as some of the other parks about here, it is also where I do most of my foraging.

As part of my reconnecting I decided to walk the labyrinth that is cut into the grass, taking the time out to do this is always worth it I find, the sloughing off of cares and woes as I walk inwards to the center is so rewarding! Once at the center I can lose myself in a meditation and my faithful companion goes into guard dog mode.

 (the only reason he is muzzled is to stop him eating any and all food he finds, it makes him ill!)

This is the only time he sits and stays in one place without being told to, he wont leave my side while I am in the center of the labyrinth, which i find very touching as the rest of the time he can be a total muppet!

I decided to practise casting a circle again, this time I added in that I didnt want nosy or prying eyes to see me. With my eyes closed I just breathed and listened to the sounds of the park, I could hear a football game int the distance, wild crows cawwing behind me and winter birds, robins and tits I think over to the left of me, it was all lovely. I decided to leave an autumn offering to the spirits of place at the center of labyrinth, with the leaves I had collected on my walk so far.

Once I had finished my meditation and offering, I closed my circle again. I had noticed another man and his dog walk into the same part of the park I was in, however judging by the sudden surprise on him when I started to walk out of the labyrinth, I would say the cloaking part of the circle worked (I shouldnt have laughed but I did, a little bit!). The other man then beat a hasty retreat so maybe he got more of a shock than I first thought?

As usual I collected the rubbish and dog mess from the labyrinth on the way back out as well as took some photo’s of the tiny details of nature that had been noted on the way in.  Like the perfect symmetry of a crown of plantain, the underneath of an upturned fungi,  a little collection of the same little fungi, an orange flat topped variety that looked like it had a small face on it,

With thanks I left the out of time feeling of the labyrinth and carried on walking the dog about the park, we stopped regularly to collect rosehips, some are to be dried to keep them over winter and some I intend to infuse into oil so that I can make some natural foraged skincare for gifts at Yule/Christmas.

All in all, I had a wonderful time reconnecting to nature and getting some much needed fresh air, must make sure not to leave it so long next time.

Blackpool and Circles.

Evening!

Yesterday, I had suggested that I take the girls and their friends (our second set of daughters) back to Blackpool for their free return trip. Apparently if you booked tickets on a peak day in August, you can claim the same number for a free return trip in September….so rather foolishly, I offered to take them all back again and we could catch the Blackpool Illuminations while we were there.

Ha…..well that turned out to be a truly bonkers idea, turns out that the World , his mother, their entire extended family and the family dogs had all had the same idea, the place was heaving with people!

As we were a group of 9, we used the big minibus I use for work, but because it is a taller vehicle I couldn’t fit in most car parks as they have height bars to stop people setting up camp in them. We drove about for a while but in the end I dropped the kids and my friend off to let them go in to the Pleasure Beach while I set off to try and find a coach park. Managed to find 2 of them but they were also full, parking was at such a premium they were even 70 seater coaches still looking for places…chaos!

In the end I had to drive all the way back out of Blackpool to find somewhere I could park for a couple of hours, told the others that I wouldn’t be able to meet them and decide to find something to eat. After some cake and some sparkling juice I decided to take a walk down to the beach.

Oh, that was such a good idea, there was hardly a soul about, the sun was out and there was a healthy onshore breeze…bliss!

I am currently working on my own practice as a witch and this month I have been looking at casting a circle. When I first started walking my pagan path, I really wasnt into any kind of ritual…it all seemed far to ritualistic (no pun intended), that isn’t what I thought I wanted, nope not for me!

This far along my path I have come to realise that there is room for some forms of ritual. Depending on what path a person has chosen, their level of ritual can go from the very basic to very very ritualistic….it is a very personal choice and there is no right or wrong way.

Anyway, I have been working on casting a circle and calling in the elements and spirits, but in quite a basic/simple form, some castings are a bit wordy for my liking.

As I was still a bit stressed from the driving/parking silliness I thought now would be a good time to call a circle to spend some time in a simple meditation.

I called my circle and stood there, letting the strong breeze blow through me and carry my stress away. The view I had during my meditation was just fabulous and serene…I must have been in my circle for about 10-15 minutes but it felt so wonderful and calm in there, I was standing there with a silly smile on my face and felt totally at peace. When it felt right, I unwound the circle and thanked the elements/spirits that had joined me.

There was a definite marked difference from inside the circle to outside once undone (which is part of what I was supposed to be able to identify as a study excercise). By way of saying thank you to the spirits of place, I collected all plastic I could see on my way off the beach.

Then it was just a matter of time before I got a call to say they were going on their last ride so I could drive back to meet them at a designated spot. All arrived safe and sound it was off to find a chippy for our evening, after all it is seaside law and then we could drive along the waterfront so the kids could see the Illuminations…..nearly 2 hours that took, to the point my youngest got bored and covered her head up (so that made it all worth it, ha!!)

But….once home, everyone was pleased with their day, although they were extremely tired (it was 10.45pm), they were glad they had seen the lights and I have promised myself never to do that again!

But it did give me an opportunity to experience something that up to now I hadnt felt the magic of…and that was imesaurable.

Witch!

Hi!

What have you all been up to of late…anything interesting or, like me, just coping with the trials and tribulations that life is throwing in your direction?

I think my familiar has stumbled into my life…..meet Brodie!

She was supposed to be a rehab crow when she came to me, feed her up, let her grow before rewilding her with other crows ready for releasing…..but the person who found her and kept her for the first couple of weeks spoilt her rotten and she became imprinted.

She makes rather a rubbish crow – which is actually quite funny to see, but yes, she doesn’t think she is a crow and craves human company so it was decided that she should stay. The rest of the family love her and even the dog is getting used to her and wants to play….her favourite game though is chase the dog round the room! Seeing a terrier being chased by a crow has to be one of the strangest things I have seen lately!

When I first decided to explore and follow my pagan path, I asked friends and acquaintances for advice and was often told go and read, read whatever you can lay your hands on. That seemed pretty daunting as there is so much literature out there, from Asatru to Wicca and everything in between!

What kind of pagan was I….what should I be reading/not reading…..so many paths….soooo many paths!

It took me a long time to learn that there is no right or wrong way to do/to be. I stopped reading anything I could lay my hands on and I just was.

I spent time in nature, I found a local moot where I have made some truly marvellous friends who all follow their own individual paths and accept everyone else walks their individual paths. I have attended numerous moots where there have been speakers on a wide range of subjects…it turns out I am really interested in herbalism and natural medicines! I have just enjoyed spending time with like minded people, either in real life or across the world via the internet and social media, listening to their stories, sharing good times and bad with them, again in reality or virtually.

I am a lot more comfortable in my pagan skin and have recognised that if say I am a witch then I am a witch, I don’t belong to a coven, I am not Wiccan or hereditary but I am a witch, so I have decided to start reading again.

I even had a productive visit to the local library and I managed to source some pagan and spiritual books there were not about the world’s major faiths!

I have had this book (above) since shortly after starting my journey but I never worked my way through it as I was struggling with the whole witch thing but as I said, I identify as a witch so I have decided to pick this up and give it my attention. To say I am looking forward to it would be an understatement, I have a workbook ready as there is work to be done at the end of each chapter/moon and I want to see what progress has been made by the end of the book!

Are there any books that you have read that moved you/inspired you/helped you grow?

Poppets

Hello there! Now, word of warning before you carry on reading, this post is about making poppets and the reason I made a poppet….and it wasn’t a love and light reason!

Poppets are generally people shaped dolls that can be made in the image of someone for a number of reasons, usually healing or hurting.

They are also often small cute girls as well as yummy sweets from my childhood – raisin poppets were the best!

The above is what Wikipedia has listed for poppets and there is more information to read here at The Crooked Crown.

Anyway, I wanted to make a poppet, someone had inflicted a lot of pain on my family over quite few years and it came to light a couple of years ago. I wanted to hurt this person a lot over the last 2 years but I wasn’t in the right place mentally and it would have been done in rage and anger, however with the benefit of time and counselling, making this poppet was being done in a clear headed and a fairly detached manner.

It was made from an insipid brown cotton to represent the insipidness, non descriptiveness of the banal individual who was the target.

I sewed it with black thread as I was working with my darker side.

As all evidence of this person has been removed from everyone’s life over the last few years so I didn’t have much to include therefore I used his full name and date of birth and a photographic image of his face. The poppet was then stuffed with pure wool so it would burn when I was finished with it (as I thought this would be best way to get rid once it use was no longer needed!)

As I sewed it together and stuffed it, his name and his crimes were spoken over and over.

And there you have it, a simple poppet made, I was all set to wake it up using breath and whisky but I didn’t….and I’m not sure why.

Did the act of making the poppet relieve the need for punishment or has it just been postponed? See, the person it represents has a degenerative condition and ‘may’ not live much longer, then again he might?

Either way, it is made now and should I feel the need, or the time is right I can wake it up and use it as I had planned.

Now some people won’t agree with this, some people believe in only working good/white magick, some people believe in ‘harm it non’ or the 3 fold law…..however I don’t.

I have a dark side, I acknowledge my dark side and I have worked hard on myself so that my dark side doesn’t rule me. But there are times when I believe it is right and justifiable to use methods and magick like this…..but as always it is a personal choice.

Walking the Labyrinth.

Hi….

Last week I went back to work after 3 months off for mental health reasons.

As I was off, I was walking the girls to school and back with the dog which meant I didn’t visit this particular park much over the last 3 months….which is a shame!

By not visiting this park meant I haven’t walked the Labyrinth that is cut into the grass here. I like to walk this labyrinth in a walking meditation, there is always more bird song here, there is always a lovely breeze and I find peace here. Funnily enough, this is the only part of the park where the dog guards me properly, he is never far away when I walk the Spiral and when I reach the center he insists on being right by my side…he only moves away when I start to walk outwards.

The Labyrinth is set out in the style above.

The feeling I have upon leaving the Labyrinth is wonderful, like any and all weight that I have been carrying has been taken from me…I feel so light!

By way of a thank you, as I walk outwards I always collect litter and dog muck…I know to most in the park it’s just another field but to me it means a lot so if I can help tidy it for the next person then it’s the least I can do, compared to what it does for me!

I need to make a finger labyrinth as above for when I can’t get to the park..this way I can do a bit of meditation at home while my finger walks the labyrinth. I just need to get some clay (and not nick it off the kids!)

So in short, I need to spend quality time with and for myself, I hope you do too! x

Imbolc and Full Moon

Hello!

How are you all? Well I hope!

Imbolc is here…well technically it is Imbolc eve as I write this. Time for the Earth to start to wake and get ready for Spring…however I don’t believe Winter has finished with us just yet!

Imbolc is a fire festival so I shall be having myself a fire (albeit a small one in the fire bowl instead of the fire pit because it’s too chuffing cold to be outside in the sideways hail we have today!)

I gathered my reeds this morning (again in the wind and sideways hailstones!) and have made my cross, this year I have made a 3 armed cross for Brigid as she is the Goddess of Healing, Poetry and Smithworking/Fire. I know most Brigid crosses have 4 arms but I read the blog of The Everliving Ones (can be found here) and it made sense so this year’s weaving has 3 arms.

It also has swan feathers collected from the birds at a local lake (with thanks) and I shall hang it above the threshold to our home for protection.

I saw a pair of stunning swans this morning while I was collecting my reeds…they really are beautiful birds aren’t they?

Today is also the full moon and the second one for this month, which many people will refer to it as a Blue Moon (and at time of writing about 15 minutes away from a total Lunar eclipse on the other side of the world-hmmph!) So Mother Moon definitely has it going on today!

Therefore along with my fire for Imbolc eve I will also be working some Full Moon stuff too.

With tomorrow being Imbolc and the festival of Brigid, to welcome her time of the year. The lands start to warm, earth is full of fertility as plants wait to burst forth, hardy sheep are lambing, or about to start, the signs of life are starting to show everywhere if you look, tomorrow I will have my altar set up for an small indoor ritual like the image below, a candle in some earth to warm it before I use it to start off some seeds for Spring.

Therefore tonight I will also give thanks to The Cailleach who rules the land for Winter, I have been drawn towards The Cailleach for some months now. She looks after the land during Winter when everything dies back but she is keeping the new life safe until it is time to come about as the wheel turns and we move towards Spring. Without death there can be no new life!

There are those that see The Cailleach and Brigid as two sides of the same Goddess and there are those who see them as separate, all depends on what legends you believe I suppose. At the moment I fall in the 2 separate Goddesses category because I haven’t learnt/been told by them differently as yet!

There is a legend that says if the weather is horrible on Feb 1st then Winter is nearly over as The Cailleach won’t go out in bad weather to collect her firewood, however if its a nice day then She/Winter has not finished for a while! Let’s see what the weather does tomorrow?

So yes, I will leave a wee nip of the good stuff out for Herself tonight as an offering of thanks, to warm her bones on a cold night methinks.

I would like to wish you well and a blessed Imbolc for tomorrow and enjoy any Full Moon activities you planned for tonight!

x