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Daily by krmb on Thursday, 1 February, 2007
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1 February 2007
“Candlemas” is the Christianized name for the holiday, of course. The older Pagan name for this “cross-quarter day” is Imbolc, meaning, literally, “in the belly” (of the Mother). For in the womb of Mother Earth, hidden from our mundane sight but sensed by a keener vision, there are stirrings. The seed that was planted in her womb at the solstice is quickening and the new year grows.
The holiday is also called “Brigit’s Day”, in honor of the great Irish Goddess Brigit. Also known elsewhere as Bridget, Brighid, Bride (thus she bestows her patronage on every woman about to be married), or Berecyntia (our border collie’s namesake) the Christians later canonized her, and made up a story to go with it. She is one of the great Celtic triple goddesses–goddess of fire, patroness of smithcraft, poetry, and healing (especially the healing touch of midwifery). I am reminded of our dear friends Starr and Joe (and big brother, Troy) anxiously awaiting the arrival of baby Alex–due on Brigit’s Day–Imbolc! If he does not join us tomorrow, or throughout the weekend, he’ll be born on Monday! Blessed Be!
Brigit is described as “the flame in the heart of all women.” This relates to the absolute authority of the woman in the house, and as such, the festival of Imbolc, is a fire festival–the household fire, that is. So, it is a hearth festival–the connection to candles being fairly obvious.
So, while much of our society is carefully preparing television cameras to witness the antics of a poor little fellow in Pennsylvania named Phil, we might more appropriately be lighting a candle and rejoicing in the coming of spring. It’s also the last day, according to tradition for the removal of Yuletide decorations.
Appropriately celebrating the feminine, I had a great chat with Anna today, and followed that with a wonderful conversation with Miss Ginger–kiss*kiss! Osculate! Quite possibly my new most favourite word! Snowflakes fell on much of the metroplex today, although here at our house, they didn’t fall for long, and didn’t survive impact with the (not much) warmer ground. It did rain, though, pretty much every minute it didn’t snow!
Tomorrow is the last morning of the week of early rising—Kyle having to be at work at 8 a.m. instead of nine makes for an earlier bedtime in the house. Not a bad idea for me, either, tonight, with the dance performance tomorrow night.
~MB
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