Imbolc Time

Milk Flow and Sap Flow and Lichens Painting Trees
Moss Glistening Gold and Green
Cold Barren Winter holds on and berry and seed are scarce indeed

Numen of the Land is readied Underground for the Rising to Come
All is Known
And yet the Mad Old Woman and the Trickster Boy taunt us with snow and shiver
They beg us to chase them away with noise and projectiles
And so goes another turning of the wheel
The turning is the imparting of knowledge
Of Record and of Law
Widdershins went this medicine stick
The Sun Fire Grows

Soon enough the perils of winter will yield to the relative comforts of summer.

 

 

Scrying in my Beer (not the country song) - This dark concoction is actually still fermenting, merely a sampling of a homebrewed gruit.

 

We long for stability in a sea of change

 

 

 

As the Sunwheel Churns

Reflections on the past

Projections on the future

Probing and reaching

To receive some teaching

Uncertainty cannot be undone, hidden away, or truly avoided

It is ever our companion

Expectation brings reality according to our focus

Yet we bring only the spoils of tainted will

It is merely an occasional worthy spell

I am fire I am steel

I am plunder I am deal

I am shadow I am real

Fly with me

We’ll fly unseen beyond the veil

Worry churns the glands

Winter stokes the furnace

Twisting wrings the serpent river

Pumping and stroking make flow

And we all just want to know

That we will be safe and healthy

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

But we know that one day the answer will be no

But beneath appearance we will be fine

As our basic nature reveals

What we think is now is really then reconstructed

We are consciousness, brain reading brain

We know we know and yet

Good fortune

Om Swasti Ka!

We fall asleep and rise awake like the sun and the moon

We come and go

Only half of our life we remember and know

Perhaps the need for rest is the price of knowing and its comforts

May we all relax aware into smooth and seamless transitions

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                                                         Even the Dalai Lama knows the routine!

Rocksprings

We used to go to the very ancient spring down the road and clean it up of debris and trash. It was even our source of bathing and cooking water for several months on two separate occasions. It is a very neat old place with ever-flowing water trickling into a stone bowl. Frogs will sometimes dwell there.

There used to be a sign there denoting it as an ancient spring from pre-European Indian times but only the place it was once hanging on remains – it may have blown down into the creek. When it warms a bit I will have a look. The ivy hanging above the rock is interesting as ivy is common on Ireland and associated with the Goddess Brighid and the sacred well of St. Brigid at Kildare. I can only imagine that long ago Irish immigrants consecrated the springs by planting the English ivy. Our family has always seemed to have a connection to this “bright one” – not sure why – Brighty Smile is one name Re calls her.  Brighid is also associated with bees. So happens there was a bee expo that day that I attended.

 

                                               
                                    The space built into the rock is actually pretty awesome.

                                            One of two carved stone benches within

                                            Light streaming in from one of the windows

                              The pool for drawing water (could be good for scrying as well)

           I added a very crude Brigid's Cross to the hidden side of a well carved Beech tree with a quarter

The Lady of Springs and of Wells

 

Come forth the Lady of Springs and of Wells

We call you with charms and with drums and with bells

Stir ye awake as we mutter your spells

Our fear and despair your breast quells

 

Come forth the Mother of Wells and of Springs

For here amongst us she dances and sings

And she is the guardian of Queens and of Kings

Her fire breathed in to all things

 

Such is the nature of Time and of Space

From Before and Beyond all known era and place

 

I hear your voice in the songs of the birds

You bring forth the meanings in arrangements of words

You plant melody in the midst of the chords

You fashion our tools and our swords

 

Such is the nature of Muse and of Grace

From Above and Below may we know your Embrace

                                    Scottish bard Andy M. Stewart from the Fire In the Glen

                                      Callegari - Brighid's Kisses

                                      Nice Video graphic about Brigid

                                      
                                        St. Brigid's Well and Rag Tree

                                One year we did hang cloths near our spring.

             
                          Gabhaim molta Bride (Praise to Brighid) by Claire Roche at Lendrick Lodge

http://www.witchvox.com/va/dt_va.html?a=uspa&c=holidays&id=15325

Brighid's Healing Sword - Witchvox article and pathworking meditation (link above)