Oh, the north wind doth blow. Falling snow, gathering ice, frigid temperatures grip the nation. Winter is long upon us. Thankfully and refreshingly the fires of Imbolc are burning tonight. Candles flicker inside while snow dances outside. Earth will renew itself...not this moment, but soon, dears, soon. Lambs and calves and other creatures will be born and nurtured. Just as we nurture our own souls on this blessed sabbat.
Let the preparations begin for another Turning of the Wheel. Signs will begin to appear; the light is already growing brighter each day. The Goddess is with us. The God is with us. And soon all the Earth will sing their song of Spring, of Sun, of new life.
Blessings of Imbolc to one and all.
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