Welcoming the Lord and Lady

Beloved Mother.
Divine Lord.
I call and welcome you into my circle.
Come to me and bless me with your divine presence.
Offer me your strength and stability to my circle.
Guide me through this Imbolc Celebration.

Opening Prayer

I open my heart to the various worlds on Imbolc.
May these words stir ancient memories in my soul.
May these offerings on my altar lend strength to lord and lady.
May these deeds bring honour to our ancestors.
May this love heal our mother the Earth.

Brigid, gold-red women,
Brigid, flame and honeycomb,
Brigid, sun of womanhood,
Brigid, lead me home.

You are a branch in the blossom.
You are a sheltering Dome.
You are my bright precious freedom.
Brigid, lead me home.

Imbolc reflects the stirring of the life-force, the potency of action that is fired from within and the power of fire to transform and energise.

Raising the cone of power

Walk slowly to your left round the circle chanting,

Spirit of fire come to me, I will kindle a fire
Spirit of fire come to me, I will kindle a fire.
I will kindle a fire.
Fan the flames inside my heart.
I will kindle a fire.
I will kindle a fire.

Spirit of fire come to me, I will kindle a fire
Spirit of fire come to me, I will kindle a fire.
I will kindle a fire.
Fan the flames inside my heart.
I will kindle a fire.
I will kindle a fire.

Imbolc Meditation



Close your eyes and focus on your breath going in and out.

Relax.

As your breathing becomes deeper reach deep inside your soul and find that centre in
which you are whole. Extend the fibres of your soul into your Earth mother like
roots from a plant or a tree stretching down into her nurturing soul.

Connect.

Feel as your roots grow into the grown, as you find your connectedness with the earth once again. This is the time of Imbolc, the midpoint between Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox. Before you the young sun god begins his journey back to full strength. He was born at Yule, and progresses through his transformation from infant to young man. Watch as he transforms before you, changing with the season. He is the potential, waiting to be realised and that which is echoed in our own souls. You watch as the days lengthen and the nights shorten. Each day the young sun god bringing a little more warmth. Foretelling of the thaw to come. For now however the earth is in slumber, spring still only a faint whisper. Can you hear her?

Extend your senses beyond the boundaries of this realm, out to the world outside. Smell the crisp air, the hard frosts that grip the land. Foxes sleep, snug in their dens, as sparrows fight for a chance at the feeder, that's not always refilled. The bright flash of a cardinal contrasts starkly with the sparkling white frost covered ground. Look into the barns and the fields. Cows and ewes begin to swell. The milk is beginning again to flow. Old loin-fires of bulls and rams are soon to burst forth. Watch as the first new calves and lambs struggle up on unsteady limbs, echoing Mother earth's own life. With plants, flowers and trees waiting impatiently to explode with new life. This is a time of metamorphosis, of the promise of fruition of the seeds sown in seasons past.

Brigid stokes these fires, inspiring in you the bard, the healer, and the smith. Fertility and creativity begin to flow through you in this dormant season, as small things born at solstice begin to manifest, heralding the sun god as he reconquers his throne.

Now slowly, gradually bring your thoughts back to your own centre, drawing yourself back inside and back to your circle. Begin to sense the world inside and prepare yourself to celebrate this season of Brigid, this season of fire, this season of changes. Be ready to turn the wheel past the numbing cold of winter to the seductive call of spring. As I celebrate the season of Imbolc.

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