Wishing you a wonderful Imbolc too! Thanks for the poem. I like the idea of the flower coming through the forgiving earth. Somehwere along the lines I heard you could put your white fabric out at night on Imbolc for Brigid to bless as she flys by. I enjoy learning more about where there celebration came from and how it was honoured.
Thanks Amber! I like the image of the forgiving ground too; there’s a lot there.
Grateful to learn about the white fabric! As a parent, farmer, and carpenter white fabric around here doesn’t stay white long, but I’ll be sure to have something to set out next year ❤️
Here in the frigid North most shepherds withhold the ram so that the udders and bellies don't swell too early! Blessings to you and your brood, Trevor.
Hi Adam! Right you are! The bellies here are on their way to swelling with the wee ones set to arrive mid March (goats). But the snowdrops are out, the crocuses are pushing up from dark soil, and the a frog croak can be heard here and there when the rain stops long enough to hear anything other than rain on roof. The turning is coming...
Wishing you a wonderful Imbolc too! Thanks for the poem. I like the idea of the flower coming through the forgiving earth. Somehwere along the lines I heard you could put your white fabric out at night on Imbolc for Brigid to bless as she flys by. I enjoy learning more about where there celebration came from and how it was honoured.
Thanks Amber! I like the image of the forgiving ground too; there’s a lot there.
Grateful to learn about the white fabric! As a parent, farmer, and carpenter white fabric around here doesn’t stay white long, but I’ll be sure to have something to set out next year ❤️
Praise the great turning!
indeed indeed, and on every level! ✨🌱🌀
Here in the frigid North most shepherds withhold the ram so that the udders and bellies don't swell too early! Blessings to you and your brood, Trevor.
Hi Adam! Right you are! The bellies here are on their way to swelling with the wee ones set to arrive mid March (goats). But the snowdrops are out, the crocuses are pushing up from dark soil, and the a frog croak can be heard here and there when the rain stops long enough to hear anything other than rain on roof. The turning is coming...
Imbolc blessings to you Trevor.
And to you Belinda! ✨🌱