Imbolc for me, is a time to honor my kitchen deities and to make sure the flame of our hearth and home is burning brightly to carry us out of the darkness of our winter slumber.
Here in the south, winter isn’t done with us yet by any stretch of the imagination, but I can see little tell-tell signs in the world around me that underneath the cold, the goddess is hard at work preparing for the coming season of growth.
This year will see many changes in mine and Draco’s lives. In a few short weeks (if not before), we will become grandparents for the first time and I can feel myself preparing to embrace the role of Crone within our family.
Relationships are shifting and changing, most unknown to those involved.
A new light of respect has entered the eyes of my only child when she looks at me. An understanding that was never there before often passes between us on the energy waves that have always washed between us like tides upon a shore.
I can see her mentally and emotionally shifting from maiden to mother as her body changes around her to accommodate the precious life she hides within and I cannot express my joy that she is going through this change at this time of year.
Of course, it has not escaped me that my only child will be giving birth during a time of seasonal birth. Our Wee Witchling will arrive on the spring breeze as the world awakens around her.
We will also be making the transition from our little bedroom here in the roommate’s house to our own tiny hearth. I can see some of the struggles we will face already looming on the horizon.
As I stood yesterday looking at what will soon become our home, I thought about the amount of work that is going to be involved in getting it ready. It’s 30 years old, and is starting to look it and the list of things we need to do is only comparable in size to the things we want to do. I know that for a few weeks we will be so busy with the transition and preparation that there won’t be much time for anything else.
In spite of all of that, it’s a transition I’m looking forward to. It’s something we’ve discussed for years and just never saw it as practical. Now, it’s not only practical, but about to become our reality as well. I feel that in some ways, it is fitting that we’re making such a large transition at this time of year. Spring is right around the corner and I couldn’t imagine a better time to be involved in our own new beginnings.
I doubt that there will be a lot of spiritual fanfare this year since we’re in such a limbo state at the moment, but I feel that the gods see us here, They know what is going on in our lives and they know that our practices will be running behind (I’ll still be dedicating our hearth fires, just a little behind schedule).
What are your traditions for celebrating Imbolc?