Today is celebrated as a cross-quarter day, marking the midpoint between solstices and equinoxes. So here we are (in the Northern hemisphere) six weeks into our winter den of more inward-turning reflective time, and yet now the stirrings begin reminding us this won’t last forever.
Known by many by the Celtic name Imbolc, this day is celebrated as sacred to Brigid, and it is customary, today even as it was in ancient times to visit a holy well, ask for blessings, and leave a offering – typically a strip of cloth or ribbon. Imbolc means “in the belly” and this is the time when ewes are pregnant and lambing will begin.
At this halfway point, I know some folks are ready to be done with winter. And if you happen to be in a location that really gets wintery weather, then about this time can sprout bouts of cabin fever. Snow and ice have lost their charm, the winter layers are getting to be tiresome to pile on, and it all feels like ENOUGH.
But I don’t feel finished with my cocooning yet. Snow is falling here and I’m about to make some hot chocolate, light some candles, and crack open a new journal and capture some ideas that will want to be seeded in later weeks.
Brigid in her guise as Fire of Inspiration is a goddess of poetry. So in her honor I offer you with this haiku by one of my favorite authors, Charles de Lint:
Moonlight rides like a
ghost across the midnight snow;
its song is silence
If you were asking fire goddess Brigid for a boon in one of her aspects would it be in poetry, smithing, or healing? Are you still reaping the joys of winter, or are you eager for spring? Do tell, I’d love to hear.