Monthly Archives: February 2015

Not your Valentine: Februa, Imbolc and purification

Snow coats the land, white as a swan’s wing, Brighid’s pale mantle that brings the spring. February wasn’t traditionally a time of love for the ancients; in Rome, it was a time of purification. Februa, the ritual of purification that gave … Continue reading

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The hearthfire and spring in the belly

The day is inching forward, a finger of sunset at a time. Mornings remain under the Cailleach’s dark cloak, but Aine – the bright face of the day – is lingering longer on the western hillsides, marking the slow emergence … Continue reading

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Her white cloak brings the spring (a poem for Imbolc)

Her white cloak brings the spring. Oh, you have forgotten? Are you so blind from white snow and sky, everywhere white and cold blue, glacial in its speed and its time? In its speed and its time — underneath Her … Continue reading

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