This Is a Prayer for Imbolc. This Is a Prayer for Resistance.

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This is a prayer for Imbolc.

This is a prayer for when roads flood.

This is a prayer for the lingering dark.

This is a prayer for resistance.

We spark the fires to beg the light to return, but we never really know if it will work.  The road may flood; this could be the year it all falls apart.  The February rains may be too much.  We fire up the forge to bend hard metal to our will, but we never really know if it will work.  The road may flood; this could be the year that it all falls apart.  The February rains may be too much.  We write the poem to express what’s inside, but we never really know if it will work.  The road may flood; this could be the year it all falls apart.  The February rains may be too much.

Imbolc is a chance we take, a chance we take in the dark.

This is a prayer for when things fall apart.  This is a prayer for when roads flood. This is a prayer for Imbolc.  This is a prayer for the lingering dark and this is a prayer for resistance.

Brigid, the Goddess of poetry, invented keening for those times when no words were enough.  Shall we now keen?  Brigid, the Goddess of smith craft, invented forges for those times when small flames were not enough.  What shall we now forge?  Brigid, the Goddess of healing, invented beer for those times when water couldn’t cure the deep thirst.  What shall we now toast?  Brigid stands in the February rain, a warm flame in her hand, watching the roads flood.  She will neither look away from the flood nor extinguish the flame.

Imbolc is a chance we take, a chance we take in the dark.

This is a prayer for when things fall apart.  This is a prayer for when roads flood. This is a prayer for Imbolc.  This is a prayer for the lingering dark and this is a prayer for resistance.

The shepherd goes out despite the rain.  The shepherd is the resistance.  Without the shepherd, the ewe will miscarry, die in the mud, bleed to death, deliver the lambkin still.  The shepherd sees the rain, throws on her cloak, and cuts  through the meadow.  But she never really knows for sure if it will work.  The road may flood; this could be the year that it all falls apart.  The February rains may be too much.  But she still wades towards the ewe.  Brigid sees and holds her flame.

Imbolc is a chance we take, a chance we take in the dark.

This is a prayer for when things fall apart.  This is a prayer for when roads flood. This is a prayer for Imbolc.  This is a prayer for the lingering dark and this is a prayer for resistance.

It’s Imbolc!  It’s pouring rain in the lingering dark.  The roads have washed away.   The ewes are miscarrying, the forge fires going out.  The poets are throwing down their pens, the yeast has failed the hops.  Who are you in these times?  What’s Imbolc to you or you to Her?  Resistance thrives in the lingering dark and flash floods bring forth new paths.  Put on your cloak and wade through the mud.  The Goddess Brigid is holding her flame.  The Goddess watches and weighs.

Imbolc is a chance we take, a chance we take in the dark.

This is a prayer for when things fall apart.  This is a prayer for when roads flood. This is a prayer for Imbolc.  This is a prayer for the lingering dark and this is a prayer for resistance.     

 

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39 responses to “This Is a Prayer for Imbolc. This Is a Prayer for Resistance.

  1. This is beautiful. Thank you sister 🌀❤️

  2. Thank you. Blessed Imbolc!

  3. Incantory. Required. Thank you.

  4. Laura Gail Grohe

    Thank you! Finally the words to help guide me at this time of year.
    I’ll be printing this out to keep with me this week.

  5. Your words give me strength. Thank you, and blessings on you this Imbolc and always.

  6. Absolutely brilliant. I got goosebumps reading this.

  7. These prayers have always touched me so deeply, to the point of tears – this one is no different. ❤️

  8. Reblogged this on The Druid in the Swamp and commented:
    This is beautiful, powerful – it resonates like fire and flood, like wind and darkness.

  9. Thank you for posting this. I found it on my fb page and I will share it if I can with my CuUPS group.

  10. This is so powerful. Exactly what is needed in these times of unrest. I read it through several times and I could feel the energy building–reminding me to keep walking. It resonated on a deep level. Thank You for sharing your gifts.

  11. Imbolc is the only fire feast that is set in the home fires, the others being set in community fires. Imbolc is a lot of things, but not resistance, but a great celebration of the life force, the nature of things and the turning of the cycles. It is a going with the cycle of rebirth, of moving forward through the Crios Bhride or Saint Brigid’s belt., of the straw doll and its the Brat Bríde hung on the door for healing prayers, its the feast of new milk when the ewes are born and the milk is in so no won will starve, it’s poetry, and smithcraft, and it’s cleaning out the winter from the house and bringing in the sweet new herbs from the fields and casting them as a house blessing upon the floor.

  12. GORGEOUS. Love your word assemblages and your interpretation of Imbolc. Subscribing for more beauty. Merci, mon amie. x

  13. my favorite post of yours yet. so aligned with my values and how i honor this time. “imbolc is a chance we take in the dark.” 🙌💙

  14. Many blessings on this Imbolc.

  15. Prayers given

    Thank you

  16. Thank You Baflarety………your words lifted the depression I was experiencing from the still born lambs and blood and flooding …. I like your words that imbolc is a chance we take in the dark. Thank You for this ray of light.

    • Indeed a time of lambing.
      Whether male or female or trans – many have had the honor of participating in the life anew with the lambing season. The spark of life, the energy in the cycle of life begins to show anew in the midst of winter and the flickering of a newborn lamb. Life, let us fight for that, it is all around us. We are one with mother earth.

  17. Thank you. Imbolc is bittersweet for me as it is the day my 17 year old son took his life. Not all survive the darkness. This expresses both the hope that is needed in so many areas today as well as my reality that it is still a hard time of year.

  18. as tears like rain fall down my cheeks, my praise rises. thank you for this. now. today.

  19. This is the Awakening for me.

    For some reason, I am not getting your blog via email. Is there something I need to do?

  20. Reblogged this on Atheopaganism and commented:
    Despite the theistic lens, this is the spirit of what we need now. Read and feel empowered.

  21. Ohhh, I love this so very much! So beautiful, thank you.

  22. This left me breathless!

  23. Thank you for writing this, a small flame in the darkness. I’m going to go finish resetting my altar for Brigid, thank you for the spark.

  24. Thank you so much. I needed this! ❤

  25. Absolutely beautiful.!! This speaks so much to me at this time

  26. Wonderful powerful and Deep Magic in your Words!
    Your words speak of Fire, Your Poetry of Air, The Rain of Water and the Mud of Earth.
    Turning the Wheel.
    Magic.

  27. What we bring with us into the darkness is what we shall carry into the dawn.

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  29. I reblogged this amazing post. It spoke to me in ways I am still processing. If there is any issue with re-blogging or with what I wrote, PLEASE let me know. I value your writing and insights.

  30. Thank you. I needed to see this.

  31. Beautiful, healing words. Thank you sister.

  32. I am grateful to hear such a wonderful prayer. The Matriarchy is well and truly rising. Goddess is here waiting to be embraced by all good people. Wow. Thank you.

  33. Thank you for these words of hope on a muddy day in the early dark

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