One of the Elders blew the large shell and all, came to his call. There in the clearing, they were. Although his face was covered with thick black layers, their eyes that penetrated the was coming. The Council of the Guardians of the torch around the large bonfire ready to be lit that night. We all went
placed around it, creating a large circle. Full of excitement and laughter we hope to make the circle complete. Again, the shell went off and all those present were silent. With a gesture of one of the Elders, we sat on skins on the floor. The smaller ones are snuggled on the laps of their mothers and couples embraced not to feel the numbing cold of dawn your bones.
the old woman remained in the East turned to the Clan. All we saw her long hair silver as the moon, adorned with colored feathers playful dancing in the breeze of dawn. His voice sounded like a song in the woods ...
"The Wheel keeps spinning through time ...
have come to the festival of Imbolc.
Slowly our bodies are longing for Father Sun that warms and illuminates our bodies today. Soon you will see signs of new life ... the gentle rain that brings green fields, the birds begin to nest preparation for small soon come, starting seeds sown in the fields of nature again ... wake after the winter dormancy.
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But this year we can not seem to enjoy these miracles in our environment for this celebration. In recent years we are seeing changes that we are not used. This winter has been especially hard, cold and humidity govern with no sign of retiring in a long season. This leads us to meet celebrations in which they like today, not for us what the Great Mother shows us through nature to what our soul feels. "
all nodded with some concern in our eyes ... The Crone seeing the feeling that he had awakened in our hearts lightened the load with his words ...
"El Camino Spirit shows us that we must cooperate with the Wisdom of Nature, flow with it instead of going against him. The first steps must be to re-tune with Natural Energy.
On this day we celebrate Imbolc, a word whose meaning contains all the wisdom of this turn of the wheel ... "from the navel." It's time to make new seeds to the Great Mother so that the holds on your stomach, nourish, the mime, fill them with blessings so that the spring bloom during enlighten us with their gifts.
... Our honored Brigid is one of the goddesses who teaches us to align ourselves with the Wheel of Life and its power covers all areas of our lives: body, mind, emotions and spirit.
As Goddess of Earth, puts us in touch with our bodies. It reminds us that we recover the vigor that after the stagnation of winter and heavy meals make us feel slower. It is time to regain the physical strength and health from disease caused by the cold and rain have left our bodies weaker.
As Water Goddess, Brigid reminds us to be flowing like rivers in the Holy Stream of Life. The waters surround the boulders when they can not skip them, change their direction and create new streams. Do not get impatient before they know that sooner or later reach the sea, or perhaps end up being a big lake or a fountain ... trust in the Great Source of all life, they make their way in peace and harmony. Air
As Goddess, Brigid is the breeze that brings the ideas to our minds. Awen is our source of inspiration, which means allowing the Spirit to enter our minds. The more open we are more we hear the Spirit's guidance as they do the Bards, poets and seers.
As Fire Goddess, Brigid lights the sacred flame of the soul. That flame that burns within us. We can always turn to her to find the lost confidence, courage in times of doubt, the passion to the uncertain future ... She warms us in the expectation of Father Sun
is time lethargy farewell to Winter and welcome to return to New Beginnings ... tune with the Wheel of the Year. From the hand of the Goddess Brigid honor the Great Spirit that gives us the sun year after year and we are comforted in the arms of the Great Mother.
Now take a handful of these herbs for cleaning and light them in your energy dollars to go past leaving your home. Then open the doors giving way to the new winds of Imbolc.
the evening, we will meet again in this course ... "His voice was
gently disappearing leaving only sound like the leaves on the trees. With a grace uncommon for a woman age, again turn to face the fire and we all knew it was time to leave the course.
At dusk the sound of the shell took us back to the clearing. When we got the large bonfire burning flames raising their pride.
At the entrance of Circle of Stones were two of the Elderly in costume of black velvet. Beautiful yellow and gold scarves covering their hair smells, brought from distant places.
As we approached, their serene smiles were the prelude to the embrace of welcome to the Sacred Circle: a place that is not a place, time is not a time ...
All we put in the same places they had occupied the dawn that day, waiting spellbound to begin the ceremony.
Gradually the circle was closing ... The voices of the Guardians were up in the darkness of the Forest ...
There is no place here,
No longer now, build
Sacred, take us to the Al
hands ... ... and the wheel began to spin again ...
the blessing of the Goddess Brigid is in tod @ s @ s vosotr
That Earth fill you with health, good food, healthy and prosperous children economy
Air That leads to your ears ... words of inspiration and joy
Water that guide you to your new destination, flowing, flowing ...
the fire burn iluminándoos hard with the passion of the Spirit.
May the Goddess and God bless your new beginnings.
Before we engage in the dance of the year, light a candle this day of Imbolc. Take a quiet moment to consider what you really want to create in your life, open yourself to the Spirit and trust ...
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