"Dread Lord of Death and Resurrection.."

"....Of Life, and the Giver of Life;
Lord within ourselves whose Name is Mystery of Mysteries..."

So we declaim on Imbolc, tomorrow morning.

Well, some of us, anyway.

The orange cake and sparkling grape juice is in the fridge. The new candles have been bought.

The incense - compounded of bay, basil, frankincense, myrrh, rosemary and cinnamon - has been ground and mixed.

Tonight I set my mind to cleansing and regeneration.

At this festival, sometimes called the Feast of Brighid, we contrarily invoke the God- for He appears in the world at this time, child of the Goddess, causing green shoots of grass to spring up in the wake of His hoofed footsteps.

Candles are burned in every window of the home and the besom is propped against the front door to symbolise the Spring cleansing

Bride's beds are arranged before the hearth, and some weave Brighid's Crosses for year round protection.

Me, I will be standing with my bare feet upon the trembling earth, sword in both hands, honoring Her and calling to Him, in the full knowledge that:

"..there is no part of us that is not of the Gods"

So Mote It Be.
Blessed Imbolc, all.