Imbolc Blessings


Imbolc blessings to you all, as it is right around the corner.  Imbolc is the stirring of Spring, as Mother is beginning to re-emerge.  It means “milking” or “in the belly”.  The Druids called it “festival of the lactating sheep”.  This is a time when animals had babies and life was just beginning to come forth from under the surface.  We bless our seeds at this time, we are preparing them and hoping they bring us a big bounty.  We are ensuring that we are, in fact,  planting the seeds we want to see grow.  Remember, the Goddess never dies, she goes into a rest to prepare for the Spring and Summer, but she never dies.  Even though it seems now that, physically, time hasn’t been quite on time as the Sabbat, but the energy is there. This is a time of light, as Brigid shines her candle upon the world.  This is a fire festival…bringing light into the world, not heat.

I am beginning to take notice of the roads that are making themselves known to me. It reminds me of the 7 of Cups, many options which one will you choose. As we grow, priorities change, your focus is diverted and perceptions change. We have to consider the path each choice to take us and if it will be worth the sacrifices that will need to be made. Sacrifices are always made.  We need to take the negative energy away from that word, because it’s not necessarily a bad thing.  When we want to grow in our life, we leave behind the things that either hold us down or are no longer needed…. and that’s usually one in the same.  But these sacrifices have to be consider when dealing with those we love.  We have to have compassion for what they may grown through during our adventure.  We may be willing to pay the piper, but it would be selfish to assume others will.  As an Arian, looking before I leap isn’t a normal thing for me, if it excites me I do it. That is normally fine and dandy, but we have responsibilities that will be affected by our actions as well.   Will these seeds yield a good crop?

Today is a rainy, chilly day here in South Georgia, a cleansing time. A washing away of the dust, film, veil, what every you wish to call it, from our eyes and heart allowing the alignment of our brain, heart and soul.  These rainy day force us inside, into our caves, to go inside our Self to allow time to unveil to us the answers we are seeking.  So, into the cave to speak to Mother on the right path to take.  Being her vessel, you are her messenger.

Blessed Imbolc to you all.  May you have a bountiful year!


Stacy Hill

1/28/2016 ©

~ by SironaRose on January 28, 2016.

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