After Imbolc

Attending Imbolc was sort of last minute for me. I had completely spaced on it, not realizing that the ritual had come upon us so soon. It was only because of a text message from Nina that I realized it was on Friday and thank heavens I didn't have any plans, because Imbolc was the only Sabbat I had not yet attended and the one I wanted to attend the most.

Given that my family's heritage is Irish, I feel a special affinity with Brigid, and given that this is a ritual devoted to her, I've wanted to attend this one especially. However, lately at rituals I've felt slightly stunted. I don't really want to get into it — This blog is not the place to hammer out my shit with the way things are run by a group that I'm not technically a part of, nor is it my place to really complain, because, again I'm not on the Inner Path (...yet) — but I haven't been responding as well as I had in the past, is the point. So I was slightly divided. There was a particular way I wanted feel, a certain level of energy I wanted to experience, and given they way I felt at Samhain, Mabon, and Lughnasadh, I wasn't optimistic about achieving it. On the other hand, I also knew that I should go into the ritual open and free, etc.

So you can imagine my surprise when I did, for the most part, achieve the level of energy and release that I needed. The ritual wasn't perfect, but it worked for me and I felt, for the most part, that the energy was allowed to develop and peak naturally.

Brigid is the goddess of inspiration, creativity, and healing. All things I can get behind and all things I need. Happy Imbolc!