the quickening
There's been a great response to my invite to the poetry slam in cyberspace in honor of Brigid, the Celtic goddess of poetry, smith craft, and healing . This coming weekend I will be spending some hours following threads on the web to poems and blogs old and new to me. Reya started this "tradition" three years ago. Now, I can't imagine Imbolc/Candlemas/Brigid without it. As January ends, and Brigid approaches, I've been looking for signs of the quickening of spring. At first glance, winter is still in full force, but right around Brigid, the foreshadowing of spring can appear, if you pay attention. That's one of the things this sabbat is about! This tuning into the changes of the seasons is just one of the gifts of my nature-based spiritual practice that I hold dear. In finding the first buds of green among the stark branches of winter's trees, I find and experience the Divine. The mystery of this and the timing never ceases to amaze. Jason ...