The Wheel of the Year: Happy Yuletide!

This year, on December 21st, at 9:30 pm PST, the Sun makes its yearly journey into the sign of Capricorn, meaning we have reached the longest night of the year - Winter Solstice, or Yule. I believe that for those of us whose ancestral roots reach back through time and space into pre-Christian Northern Europe, there is a genetic memory that is inherent in our psyches that lets us know on a subtle level when the wheel has turned. We are now in the dark half of the year, and though we have modern conveniences that suggest differently, our bodies and souls tell us what we know to be true - it is nearing midwinter.  How many of us have noticed the urge to turn within, to stay in bed, to hibernate?  Our bodies have a deep wisdom of their own, and we instinctively know that now is the time to rest, reflect, and dream of the time when the sun is reborn.

Winter was not always as easy as it is now in the northern hemisphere, with our heat on demand, light at the tips of our fingers, and a stunning array of exotic fruits and vegetables from the far flung reaches of the earth for the asking.  The Winter Solstice: the Sacred Traditions of Christmas,      explains that the people of the old world did not even have fresh milk to drink for the entire winter, as sheep and cows only lactate after giving birth (February 2^nd is known as “Imbolc” on the Celtic wheel of the year, and literally means “the time when ewe’s milk comes in”) (Matthews).  This is a highly recommended book that explains the origins of many of the modern day Christmas traditions that have their origins in much older pre-Christian northern lands. It is chalk full of fascinating lore and even recipes that will restore our feeling of the sacred at this pivotal time of year, which many of us have become quite understandably jaded by in the consumer culture we live in.

Vestiges of the Holly King

On the Wheel of the Year, we are now at the opposite polarity of the Summer Solstice, the time of the Longest Day, and the peak/decline of the Sun/God.  He, and the sun, have been slowly diminishing in power since Summer Solstice, and it is now time for his rebirth.  In the Celtic traditions, there is an old story about the Holly King and the Oak King that do battle for supremacy over the light and dark half of the year.  The seasonal turning point of Winter Solstice, the rebirth of the sun, was a numinous event so important that it symbolized life or death for our forebears. It provided hope at the darkest time of the year, and assurance that life would continue. Countless standing stones and other Neolithic structures were built to honor and mark the return of the sun, two of the most famous being Stonehenge in England, and Newgrange in Northern Ireland.

I invite you to close your eyes for a moment and imagine what it was like at this time of year for countless generations whose blood still flows through us. 

It is the longest night of the year, and the long awaited rebirth of the sun is almost upon us. Outside the wind howls fiercely as it cuts through the trees, and snow covers everything in a blanket of white as far as the eye can see.  It is though the Cailleach has always reigned and the golden warmth of the sun just a distant memory, or maybe even a dream.  Caught in this seemingly endless winter, we don’t know for sure if it will ever come again.  So we wait. Our stomachs are growling for fresh meat or a bowl of sweet milk, but all we have had for weeks has been the last of the smoked meat and the bits of dried barley cakes saved for just this time during the last harvest.  The weather has been too inclement even for the hunters to brave the cold and bring us fresh meat, but tonight they are out, they have no choice.  Many of us are silent, deep within our own thoughts, gazing into the flames of the hearth fire and dreaming our private dreams.  In this profound silence, with the fire crackling, and the forces of nature driving against our warm and protected cocoon, it is easy to slip between the worlds and to see into the heart of the mysteries.  The crunching of heavy footfalls in deep snow and the jovial shouts of the hunters stir us from our reverie. 

NewGrange Tomb Spirals - Winter Solstice

 A weak shaft of light illuminates our space, highlighting sacred symbols and spirals etched into the walls, marking the end of the Longest Night.  We will celebrate and feast this day, the God has been reborn and spring is just another turn of the wheel away.

Every Solstice I am reminded of those wise words indelibly etched into my childhood memory from The Grinch who Stole Christmas: “It came. Somehow or other it came just the same!”  For no matter how deep and dark and endless, or bereft of hope winter can sometimes seem, it is always followed by the return of the sun, and eventually a glorious spring.

And so turns the wheel.

 Bright Blessings for a Happy Solstice and a Inspiring Yule!

Wake-up Calls, Claiming our Personal Power, and Saying Sayonara to the Nice Girl Syndrome: The Fifth House in Astrology

I have had a series of vivid nightmares lately.  In one, I was sitting in a hairstylist’s chair, chatting away to a distracting, gregarious stranger sitting at my side, when to my abject horror, I finally look up at my reflection in the mirror, and all of my long hair has been chopped off in a decidedly unflattering crew cut.    In another, I put my purse down in a “hidden” corner of the shoe department in a busy store, and when I go to retrieve it, it is gone.  I search frantically for my bag, and am presented with an array of designer purses and wallets, but none of them are mine.  In all of these nightmares there was a distinct feeling that I was going to be in trouble, because I was being negligent.   What are these dreams all saying? What do they all have in common? They are shouting at me, in my unconscious state: Wake up! Pay attention! Something meaningful is being stolen from you, while you are figuratively speaking, asleep at the wheel. 

I have recently become conscious of a rather disturbing fact.  I am full of seething resentment towards certain people, and its all my fault.  Like many women, I was trained from an early age to turn the other cheek, give the benefit of the doubt, and instead of wisely picking my battles; I have erstwhile chosen not to engage in battle at all, even while my ramparts were being sieged.  We all know the feeling.  Someone says something totally inappropriate to you, and you wonder for days if she meant to hurt your feelings or if you are just being “too sensitive”.  Meanwhile, you don’t call her on it, and you file it away, knowing in your gut that it just doesn’t sit right, and you probably should have asked her what she meant by that.  Here’s another good one.  You are chatting with a friendly acquaintance over coffee, and you bring up some deliciously good ideas, and answer her seemingly innocuous questions about your work, which you find neatly presented in her blog the following morning, as though they came directly from her, and her many years of research – she - the Wisewoman herself.

This can be unbelievably frustrating.  Second guessing oneself is something many women do on a daily basis, because they are so concerned with hurting the other person’s feelings, or Goddess forbid, confrontation.  We live in a culture that calls women over-reactive if we express anger; too sensitive, if we experience sadness, and just plain out of our minds if we question the status quo.  The sad thing is, this is not just a gender inequity; women have the propensity to fight dirty with each other – and by dirty, I mean subtle, in a way that knocks us off our balance and keeps us silent, for fear of appearing anything other than nice.  Yes, even in this day and age, many of us are still prey to this un-empowering ideal of womanhood.  Some of us cloak our inner nice girl in new ways, just to keep us from the audacious act of claiming our power.  For example, we can fool ourselves into thinking we are “doing the right thing”, or “acting with integrity”, when we are being clearly taken advantage of by our employers, lovers, and friends.  We might tell ourselves that we know we are being treated unfairly, but, heck we made an agreement, and being noble (read compliant) we will fulfill our part of the bargain because we got ourselves into it in the first place, and its only the right thing to do.  I am all for keeping promises and fulfilling my end of a bargain, but I have all too often been seen with my head down, enduring unfair treatment, and building a wall of resentment one brick at a time, because I am too afraid to say, “Wait a second, this is seriously not cool!”

In astrology, self esteem and confidence is Fifth house territory.   For those new to astrology, imagine your chart as a piece of pie, divided into twelve pieces.  Each of these pieces is called a “house’, and represents a different “department”, or area in life.   For example, the seventh house is our house of partnerships, and the sign found on the cusp, or beginning of that house will influence the way we interact as or with a significant other.  Also, if there are any planets in that house when we were born, the archetypes of those planets will also say something about our partnerships of any kind: marriages, including creative or business partnerships.

3rd Chakra: Self Esteem

The Fifth house, on the other hand, rules creativity, play, children, fulfillment, self-esteem, and self-expression.  It shows us how comfortable we are (or aren’t) claiming our personal space and sticking up for ourselves.  We can tell a lot depending on what sign is on our fifth, and what, (if any) planets we have in there, about our sense of entitlement to expressing ourselves in a given situation.  

The Fifth House is also related to the 3^rd Chakra – the Solar Plexus, which is about our personal will and self-esteem.   The color yellow, or gold is associated with this area, which incidentally are the colors also associated with the sign Leo – which rules the Fifth.  The stone Citrine has a particularly 3^rd chakra/fifth house vibration, and if you are doing work on bolstering your feelings of self-worth, its not a bad idea to wear this stone, or keep a piece of it in your pocket. 

Citrine

Boudicca: Celtic Warrior Queen

As I have realized the unhealthy resentment I was carrying around with me was actually diminishing the quality of my life, over the past month, I have vowed to make inroads with changing this pattern.  I won’t lie: it has been hard.  Really hard. Even putting up small boundaries has been a challenge, and the guilt of not being “nice”, has made me feel really bad. I have even had to get support for not going back on my new boundaries, and “just this one last time” do something that everything inside of me was screaming, “No! Hold out!”  I am not used to feeling this kind of conflict.  I am, however, used to feeling resentment – and I have decided that I don’t want to feel that way anymore.  So, until I can make my clear boundaries and not look back, I’m just going to have to deal with the discomfort.  This also goes for speaking my own truth and stating my needs.  There is nothing uncommon or monstrous about my needs. They are what they are. I am just not used to saying some of them out loud, for fear of appearing needy or infringing on someone else’s worldview.  It is scary; it is uncomfortable.  But I do feel an interesting sense of freedom starting to emerge; I feel lighter not carrying the burden of resentment.  It is a strange and heady brew that is honestly, almost kind of exciting.  I still have a long way to go, but I am just going to work with it, one situation at a time, and know that I am every bit as entitled as the next person. So there.

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Autumn Equinox: The Second Harvest

The wheel of the year continues to turn, and we suddenly find ourselves in the middle of September. The shadows are beginning to grow longer as we face the second half of the year. What are we reaping in our lives? What can we bring to the table after all the work we have done in the passing year?  Although we will surely be bringing in some bountiful crops, there will be some cherished plans and ideals that we will have to allow to die on the vine. 

I am personally thankful this Harvest to see the results of my hard work not only in writing, but for finally breaking through the wall of fear and procrastination to get my work out there!  After much deliberation, I decided to submit a piece to Circle magazine which was published in their Summer issue Sacred Dance.  This was a very difficult decision to make, as it is autobiographical in nature, and more than a little expository.  Because I have gotten so much support and wonderful feedback from the handful of folks that I actually told about this piece, I would like to extend the invitation to any who are interested: It is titled Finding the Sacred within the Profane - under the pen name "Sarah Blackwood". 

I am also on the edge of my seat waiting for my new column in SageWoman Magazine, which will arrive on the shelves any day now!  I feel honored to be part of this magazine, which is celebrating its 25th year in print with this special issue.  My column is titled, "Turning the Wheel, Astrology from a Goddess Perspective."  Far from a traditional astrological "Sun Sign" column, Turning the Wheel is about learning to align ourselves with the natural rhythms of the seasons, so that as women, we may reclaim our rightful relationship with the earth, and our creative soulful selves.

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The sun enters Libra on September 23rd, at 2:05 pm PST, marking the Autumn Equinox. Day and night, and masculine/feminine energies are now equal. This is the Second Harvest, and the right time to take stock of our lives and make sure that our own energies are balanced. Remember that the time for celebrating is not just on the day of the Equinox, but for three days after, as with any magical holiday.  So, if we didn't have the time or energy to mark this day with a special personal ritual, or prepare a feast of thanksgiving, there's still time!

Harvest Time! Coombs Country Market

The Equinox is a natural earth centered time for Thanksgiving, and is sometimes known as Witches’ Thanksgiving. Our Celtic pagan ancestors would celebrate this time of year with a communal feast of the earth’s seasonal bounty. Bonfires would be lit, and merriment would ensue. Conversely, as it was a harvest festival, it was also a time for weighing and assessment; a time for reflection, rest, and repose after a long active season of planting and tending. It also marked the place in the wheel of the year to ready the nest for shorter days and longer nights; putting up preserves, smoking meats and ensuring all was sound for the coming winter. The balance inherent in this day of equal day and equal night were thus reflected in the wisdom of our ancestors, as they celebrated the abundance of the passing summer, while honoring the solemnity of the transition to the season of scarcity.


After the Equinox, the light graciously gives way to the approaching dark creative time of the year. It is both a literal and metaphorical time to gather the fruits we have seeded, tended and are now harvesting. It is the time of year when Persephone descends to the Underworld. 

Persephone: Queen of the Underworld

 The mystery is twofold: not only does Persephone go to the Land of the Dead to rule as its queen; Demeter, grain goddess and Mother archetype, grieves for her lost daughter and refuses to make the crops grow.


Both archetypes are inextricably connected, and the symbolism of both can be drawn on for meditation or ritual to mark this time of the year in our personal lives. Autumn Equinox is not only a time for the celebration of the Harvest and to honor the grain Goddess Demeter for the abundance she has provided for us in the passing year; it also marks the solemn and numinous descent of Persephone, and her transformation from Mother's Daughter to The Queen of the Dead.


Ideally, a ritual marking the Autumn Equinox would include aspects acknowledging both aspects of the Mystery. In Jungian psychology, all motifs are seen to be parts of the Self. In other words, although there are two main archetypes in the myth, they are both part of the greater whole, and both ultimately reside in our own psyche.

Summer Solstice: Litha- The Longest Day

Summer Solstice celebrations have been taking place in most corners of the world since time immemorial.  One of the most well known places where the Solstices are marked, are the mysterious dolmens of Stonehenge.  Even though the jury is still out on the ultimate purpose of these enigmatic megaliths, we do know that the midsummer sun is aligned with the portal between the stones, and probably figured prominently in ancient pre-Celtic ritual to mark the height of summer.
  
This year, the 21st of June marks the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year, and an astronomical event that has been honored and celebrated by Pagan people for millennia. It is also the first day of summer, and the beginning of the cardinal sign, Cancer.  Litha, as it is known in many neo-pagan circles, is the day that the waxing sun reaches its zenith, and the God’s strength and fertility culminates in all of its joyful exuberance.

The Horned God from the Gunderstrup Cauldron

The God is honored on the Longest Day, and traditional festivities often center around acknowledgement of the energy of the Sun and of Fire, both symbols of positive masculine power.  The Celtic Pagan God is not merely one god, but a multi-faceted expression of many faces of the divine masculine.  His manifestations, like those of the Goddess are many,  and he is alternately and simultaneously known as the Green-man, Lord of the Wood; Cernunnos, The Great Stag; and the Lord of the Dance.  He is a god of wild joy; of full blooded lustiness, and the outward directed energy of burgeoning life.  The God can also experienced as wise councilor; the dimension of sacred masculine that sagely offers wisdom that is fair and noble in essence.  Conversely, the God has a fierce face and is known to take no prisoners when it comes to defending his people, his land, or that which he strongly believes in.  
 

Magical Oak Tree

On the Wheel of the Year, we are now at the opposite polarity of the Winter Solstice, the time of the Longest Night, and the rebirth of the Sun/God. He, and the sun, have grown steadily in power and strength to reach a culmination point, when the Sun/God are at the peak of their vitality, and everything in nature is verily bursting with life.  In the Celtic traditions, there is an old story about the Holly King and the Oak King that do battle for supremacy over the light and dark half of the year. At Winter Solstice, the strapping and handsome young Oak King overcomes the wise and venerable old Holly King, and reigns until Summer Solstice, when again they wrestle to see who will be the victor. Of course, we know that the Holly King will once again claim his crown, and even though we are at the beginning of summer, the nights will slowly but surely begin to grow longer after the culmination of the Oak King’s power at Summer Solstice.

As with the natural laws of nature, most Pagan paths support a worldview that recognizes the sacred balance that is inherent in all things, and thus, whatever else the God is, he is always the consort of the Goddess.  Paganism realizes that there is never a day without a night; an autumn without a spring; or god without goddess.  This is one of the great differences between earth based spirituality and paths which support a "Sky God" belief.  The god of the Christian/Judaic religions has no feminine counterpart, ultimately sustaining an unbalanced system.  For logically, how could there be male without female? The two are equal and necessary halves to wholeness;  Be they in a cosmological sense, or within one's own psyche.  

Summer Solstice is the time on the Wheel of the Year that  the Goddess and the God have both reached the fullness of their sexual maturity.  All of nature reflects this in a climax of life fulfilling its potential: everything is at its full flowering peak; a final thrust before the gradual drift into the long exhale that is the dark half of the year.   

         

Aries - An Alternate Archetypal Goddess Perspective of the First Sign

Many, if not most astrological texts have focused on Aries as the warrior aspect of the goddess.  Much is made of Arian stereotypical “bossiness” or unbridled impulsiveness and impatience.   Although this Mars energy is definitely an important side to the Aries archetype, it is equally important to remember that Aries is also the archetypal “Kore” or maiden.  To get a balanced picture of Aries, we must give equal consideration to both expressions of the Goddess in this sign.

To understand Aries, we must remember its place in the pantheon of the zodiac.  Aries is the first of the 12 signs; the sign that heralds spring and the beginning of new life on earth.  Images of buds bursting into bloom and of new born lambs frolicking on greening hillsides come to mind. 

Aries is Persephone before she becomes Persephone. She is the “Kore”, or, the nameless “every-maiden”.  Although nothing comes to us through myth about her life before she is seized by Hades and dragged into the Underworld to embark on what becomes her archetypal descent, we must assume that she did have some semblance of a budding, yet undifferentiated consciousness before.  The story of which most of us are familiar, Persephone’s journey into Hades, is the story of the process of her differentiation from nameless maiden to Queen, or in Jungian terms, her individuation. 

So, the essential task of Aries the woman, in other words, is the life long task of self–discovery, or individuation.  More than any other sign, this is what she has come here to do. The famous self-centeredness of Aries is not so much a lack of concern for others, but the very nucleus or seed of her life’s purpose.  The so-called impatience of this sign stems from the impulse to “get on with it”, to fulfill the soul purpose of initiation.  Just as spring, when it is time, has decided to come and can be held back by absolutely nothing, so is the Aries spirit when it is in its right skin.  As the first sign, Aries is very much eternally youthful, and as such, can be what is construed as impetuous from time to time.  However, Aries is a force, like the coming of spring which in its exuberance is virtually unstoppable.  This is where the archetypes of the maiden and the warrior converge.  There is a deep and mysterious connection between the two, and by meditating on the symbolism of the season of spring itself, will yield rich and startling insights into this, the first of all the signs.

Similarly, in many ways, the Aries archetype can be likened to The Fool in the Tarot.  The Fool is usually depicted as a youth stepping trustingly off a cliff with a flower in his hand, his knapsack slung carelessly over his shoulder as he (the Self) unwittingly begins his adventure, or individuation.  Although this card is often painted by Tarot artists as a young man beginning his Journey, it could just as easily be the scene in the Elysium field where Kore is picking spring  flowers, blissfully unaware of her surroundings, right before Hades comes screaming out of the ground to pull her down to the Underworld where eventually, she becomes Queen.

Tarot symbolism is interesting here.  In the Tarot, there are 22 Major Arcana, which relate to 22 major archetypes, or life lessons, that the Self must experience in order to be a fully individuated soul.  It begins with the Fool, as we have seen, and ends with the 22^nd card, The World.  Although there are some overlaps, and most of us do not necessarily experience each of the 22 life lessons in a tidy sequential order, the Tarot provides some valuable insights that are inextricably connected to astrology and Jungian psychology. 

Aries as the warrior aspect of the Goddess becomes clear when once again we pay attention to the symbolism of spring.  Just as a newborn infant must struggle for its first breath and therefore its very life, in those first few moments after birth; so must spring wrest away the darkness of winter, and with an outward-moving thrust, reclaim the world as a place of new life and burgeoning becoming.  In fact, the beginning of life is often fraught with struggle.  This is true whether it is the birth of a human baby; a sprout striving to break through the topsoil towards the light; or a cherished project that we are trying to get off the ground.   Until recent history, the business of giving birth and being born was not always a certainty.  The life of mother or child (and often both) was put to the test, and was something that needed to be fought for.  It takes great energy, willpower, and strength of spirit to be born, to make one’s place in the land of the living, and to proclaim boldly, I am here.  

In this light, it becomes clearer where Aries has gotten the reputation for being bossy, impulsive or headstrong.  It all stems from the primal impulse towards Life, which is the essence of Aries, the archetype.  Above all things, Aries is initiation; Life in its most primal form.

Ostara - The Reawakening

Ostara is the Anglo-Saxon/Teutonic Goddess of spring, rebirth and fertility

Ostara is the quickening time.  We feel the anticipation of the growing light rise within us, just as the sap rises in the trees.  The wheel of the year turns again, and we are at Spring Equinox, as all of nature celebrates the mystery of Rebirth.  Buds are bursting from their casements; birds awaken us with their courting music; and there is an undeniable feeling of unfurling optimism deep within the very rhythm of life itself.

 Ostara is the Anglo-Saxon Teutonic Goddess of spring, rebirth, and the dawn; she is also a potent symbol of fertility in her aspect as the Maiden in the Triple Goddess. Although there is little archeological evidence left behind of Ostara, we do find her mentioned by the Venerable Saint Bede, (672-735 C.E.) in his 8th century work, De Temporum Ratione, where he describes feast days held in her honor.  And, in his extensive study of German mythology and folklore Jacob Grimm, of Grimm’s Fairy Tales fame also attests to a Germanic Goddess by the name Ēostre.  It surely does not require too much of a stretch to imagine where the origins of another festival of rebirth that is celebrated at this time of the year gets its name.

Red eggs are an ancient symbol of fertility

Etymology aside, it is certain that Spring Equinox has been celebrated in many cultures since time immemorial as a fertility festival and as the rebirth of all life.  In ancient Greece, it is the time that Persephone rises from her long dark winter as the Queen of Hades, and is restored to her mother Demeter once again as the perennial Maiden. In her joy at being reunited with her daughter, Demeter the Earth Mother restores fertility and abundance to the land causing crops to grow and babies of all kinds to be born. In ancient Sumer/Babylon, spring is the time when Inanna/Ishtar makes her ascent from the Underworld and takes back her life and reclaims her power in the topside world. And, in the West Country of England, Ostara is known as Lady Day, a celebration of the Goddess and the reawakening of the land. 

Because light and dark are equal at this time, in many ancient/modern Pagan traditions, Spring Equinox marks the time when the God and Goddess are equal in strength, with the God gaining ascendancy as the light grows. In all of nature there is a frenzy of activity, and magical mysterious fertility dances of all kinds can be seen.

Glastonbury Tor in Spring

Because all of life is interconnected, we too feel the resurgence of energy, the delicious exhale after the constriction of winter’s darkness. Now is the time to make new beginnings, to cast off any remaining hindrances that might be holding us back.  As all of nature is in the throes of new growth, now is the time to tap into and embrace the flow and make changes for our own personal growth as well.  This includes not only changes on a spiritual or inner level, but in the outer world as well.  Remember, spring is the time when Persephone and Ishtar rise from the Underworld to be fully manifested in the upper world in all their colorful glory. Imbolc was the time we planted the seeds within, nurturing them through the last of the winter.  Now the tiny shoots and buds are opening, dazzling us with their brilliant colors and myriad beauty.

Imbolc: Harbinger of Spring

Yule has come and gone, and on this beautiful blue and white day, with the mountains dusted in the pink snow of the setting sun, I could swear I am already noticing the days getting longer. The ancient Celtic festival of Imbolc (February 2nd) is nearly upon us, as once again the wheel turns inexorably towards the light half of the year.  Imbolc is an ancient Irish word that translates roughly to "ewe's milk", and signaled the beginning of spring and the much anticipated event of the new lambing season; the rebirth of nature and indeed, of all life.  The highly recommended book,  The Winter Solstice: the Sacred Traditions of Christmas, explains that the people of the old world did not have fresh milk to drink for the entire winter, as sheep and cows only lactate after giving birth (Matthews).  Imbolc is a cross quarter festival midway between Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox, and is a holyday sacred to the ancient Irish Goddess Brigit. 

Offerings at Brigit's Well - Kildare, Ireland

Brigit is a triple Goddess and on Imbolc she is associated with the aspect of the Maiden.  She is called on for inspiration, and is the patroness of poets, artists, and craftswomen.  Brigit is also known for her compassion for those less fortunate.  She was so beloved by the Irish people that when Christianity took over the old ways, she was thinly disguised as "Saint Brigit" (or Bride) and her veneration continues to this day at her monastery in Kildare, Ireland, where nuns tend her sacred flame.  Pilgrims from all over the world still come here and make their offerings and prayers at her sacred well.  

Incidentally, a book well worth seeking out, Confessions of a Pagan Nun, by Kate Horsley, is a riveting account written by a woman in 500 AD, and translated into readable modern English.  At the bottom of a well, about two kilometers from the monastery of Saint Brigit, a clay and iron box was excavated in which was discovered an almost perfectly intact number of scrolls wrapped in pigskin.  Almost the entire group of documents is written in the author's native Gaelic, so as to protect it from the ever watchful eyes of the Christian clergy.  It is a stunning account of the woman's early pagan life at a time when the danger of being named a heretic was a serious threat.  Highly recommended!

Imbolc/Chrysalis - Danielle Blackwood, 2003

Imbolc is the harbinger of spring. It is a time of renewed hope, and increasing optimism as the days grow visibly longer, and the sunlight begins to warm the earth once again.  We must remember that growth and transformation occur first in the dark, in the unconscious.  Much can be going on beneath the surface that we are not, as of yet, consciously aware of.  Like a seed germinating beneath the still frozen earth, the psyche’s process of initiation begins almost imperceptibly.  Watch for tiny shoots of inspiration, unfurling in the conscious mind. Those first stirrings are the promise of new things to come. The skull, an important symbol in Celtic mythology suggests ancestral wisdom and that all new life springs from the roots of what has come before. All life is connected. No one stands alone.  We have the ability to draw on the wisdom of those who have loved, struggled and made the journey before us.
 Happy Imbolc!