Candlemas Poem
“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness visible.” C.G. Jung
Yes, well, it customary for some Witches and Celtic Pagans to use the term “Imbolc” when referring to the mid-winter Sabbat between Yule and Spring Equinox. The term, which most people really don’t know how to pronounce, is believed to be loosely translated to mean “ewe’s milk”, something not too common in northern Idaho. (Cow-elk milk, on the other hand, is not too far off.) I say, bring on the feta!
But “Candlemas” I can relate to, even if the custom was usurped by “The Church”… what the heck, it usurped all the other holidays, and Pagans still celebrate Yule at Christmas…
Yes, Candlemas, the blessing of light, the holy-day of St. Brigit, mid-wife to Mother Mary… the centuries-long flame burning at the holy site of Kildare… the recognition and celebration of the Goddess Brid/Brigid in all her glory… Goddess of smithcraft (fire), healing (water) and poetry (air)…
Let me share with you the following poem (earth) inspired by this time of year.
GatheringWith mortar and pestle we grind resinwith lavenderrosemaryand the peel of orangesa thoughtful steady motionchannels open as aroma sifts through fingersWe burn candles dipped by handwitness clarity in the dancing flameand close our eyes to see stars on our beltIncense smoke to purifywe meditate and meetwe are the circle that surrounds usInsideShe greets us with open handsscented loavesand runesShe teaches us with what we seekand touches us with knowing
© Doreen Shababy
Goddess Bless!