The night is quiet and asleep in the hours just before the dawn. The darkness above me, the starry sky vast & twinkling. It is a cold, crisp night and the ground beneath me feels hard & frozen. Yet a fire burns, I feel its warmth and I am not alone. There are other women standing round the fire, my sisters, the other priestesses of the temple. We guard and tend the fire, the sacred eternal flame. Hail, Brigid of Kildare, Goddess of Oak & Flame 🔥. She brings light, fertility and the passions of the spark within. I sense the stirrings of change and I know that I must prepare for its coming. On the horizon before me I see light peaking over the land, the dawn will soon be here…the fire burns, the wheel turns. Imbolc Blessings!
Where Nature Meets Magic
