#imbolc

we move on to the new part of the wheel, the Celtic festival of fire, the celebration of half way between the winter and spring solistice, st. Brigid’s day and the day the celts saw if the rest of winter was to be a harsh or mild one.

This time on our journey. A selunite Shadowheart joins the party. Calluna works on making fire flowers. Lynette tends to the fire. Yes fire-chan is back.

since it can also be a day to celebrate women, Mabon and Seelie stayed back. They’re androgynous but tend to like slightly masculine forms. Sidhe meanwhile is making their altar and Hua is providing the ambiance.

Shadowheart is larian

Sidhe, Hua and Calluna are mine

For those living in the Southern Hemisphere ::

There's a particular ache in losing the thread of one's purpose: the gnawing emptiness when the why that once animated one's days has gone quiet, and meaning feels distant or lost altogether. The instinct is to fill the void quickly, to manufacture a purpose where the old one withdrew.

Yet, late Winter offers a gentler understanding :: this isn't barrenness, for it's the fallow season of the Soul, when purpose does its truest work underground, unseen. The Vedic teaching holds that dharma is uncovered rather than invented — one's unique contribution is remembered, not built — and the quiet dark is precisely where the seed gathers what it needs before any green appears. 🌱

Dressed Sabbat Candles 

A liminal space is a place or time in a transitional period. In these places, reality feels off or backwards. In these spaces, you’re inside a place where things don’t move forward or backwards. Often, one gets a sense of time standing still or feel a shift in reality. Also known as “The In-between”. Magic lives in the threshold. Liminal spaces remind us that while power lies in the ending and…

The fire is in the belly,

And the antlers are upon the ground,

The Sun is pale and waifish,

But butter and milk will make Him round.

The green is in the seed,

And on the Folk under the hill,

The candles so newly blessed,

Can't yet drive away the chill.

So bake the bread for breaking,

And separate curd from whey,

Raise a toast of honeyed milk or beer,