Happy Imbolc (2nd or 7th August 2005)
Flowing from what Supergirl had to say below, I have to add that most pagans today are fully aware that their gods are created by themselves, and insofar as religion goes, this is pretty healthy.
The gods are archetypes and extensions of ourselves-with all the good and evil that that implies.
Right, now-Imbolc
From the Irish Gaelic meaning in the belly,it is also known as Oimelc, meaning ewe’s milk.
Celebrated around the start of February in the Northern Hemisphere, this festival celebrates the coming of the lambing season, and thus the start of Spring.
Snow may still lie on the ground, but early flowers are pushing up through it, and all the world is stirring from Winters’ long sleep.
Associated with St Brigid, co-opted by the Christian Church as they couldn’t get rid of her, Imbolc is a Return of the Goddess sabbat. In Ireland and some parts of Scotland, a dolly made of the last of the harvest’s corn stalks was dressed in female clothing and laid in a bed near the hearth, together with a phallic wand.
If , in the morning, footprints were seen in the ashes of the grating, the coming year would be fruitful.
So, another desperate fertility festival, then.
Actually, Bridie has become one of my favourite Sabbats, as full of new beginnings and joyful returns as it is.
I’ve never tried making a Brigid’s Cross,
yet, but maybe I’ll have a go this year.
Imbolc , Made-Up-Gods’-Blessings to you all.