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Imbolc is on February 3rd this year and I thought during such dark times we could all use a little light. So here is a place to post your Imbolc images or imaginings, favorite songs, poems, or Imbolc means to you.
Imbolc: A Time for Becoming...
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Tanga
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It's permanently Imbolc in my guest toilet
The Snowdrop was made by an artist who presses real wild flowers form her surroundings into clay and then
fires and paints it:
That's lovely Tanga! Looks like your guest bathroom has a permanent altar on its windowsill too.
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Tanga
I have quite a few Altars around.
...Maybe I should squeeze in a Sheela na gig somewhere...
banbha
I LOVE Sheela na gig! I've seen her on a few Imbolc alters too.
WolfyJames
When I was in my coven, we had to write a poem, and I wrote one about the Goddess Brighid. I think it fits with Imbolc that is coming, since it’s Brighid that brings Spring to us, and Imbolc is related to Brighid. I had an image in my mind when I wrote that poem, an image I found on the internet years later, which I will share here as well.
The Radiant Brighid
She comes into the light,
Her naked feet caressing the snow,
And as she comes, bringing the light,
The snow melts under her feet.
She bears the Sun on her cloak
And Spring on her pale face,
A warm breeze plays with her blond hair,
Her smile full of promises.
Her radiant beauty makes Winter go away
And Darkness hides at the other side of the world.
Her green thumb is prosperous,
It gives life and heals.
With her fingers on her harp,
She awakens the souls and the spirits
From their deep sleep
And inspires them visions of beauty and of peace.
The Radiant Brighid
She comes into the light,
Her naked feet caressing the snow,
And as she comes, bringing the light,
The snow melts under her feet.
She bears the Sun on her cloak
And Spring on her pale face,
A warm breeze plays with her blond hair,
Her smile full of promises.
Her radiant beauty makes Winter go away
And Darkness hides at the other side of the world.
Her green thumb is prosperous,
It gives life and heals.
With her fingers on her harp,
She awakens the souls and the spirits
From their deep sleep
And inspires them visions of beauty and of peace.
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banbha
That's beautiful WolfyJames! And then to find that lovely picture, it's as if you and the artist had the same vision.
Imbolc is Brigid's day, Lá Fhéile Bríde, and in ancient Ireland it was considered the first day of Spring. So your poem fits perfectly.
Imbolc is Brigid's day, Lá Fhéile Bríde, and in ancient Ireland it was considered the first day of Spring. So your poem fits perfectly.
